In the empty caverns of an empty soul

Something echoes, a sad sound

Is it fear that current plans will fail

Is it conviction that all plans must fail

Immaterial

Time to sing a new song

Time to fill the empty caverns

With music of the heart

Time to plant seeds of faith

And grow flowers to adorn paradise

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