My Room

I’m taking about that special place
Where race and creed and
Sociocultural struggles
Do not exist
Where hearts don’t break
A place where people find
Their happinesses
Amidst what they can do to give,
Where it’s do unto others
As you would have them do unto you
Where work is worship
Art a prayer
Found in a book of white pages
With no names

Unto the one almighty
Infinite lord of musicality
Where the EYE of eyes shall see
And every knee shall bend
What would a world
Without prisoners do?

But take me back to the source
Without any beginning or end
Pull the shades down
Inside of me
Light a candle so I can see
Pull your heart down slowly
To my room

Thank goodness GOD is love

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