A strand of hair
A flake of skin
A chip of nail
The spark within
Elements of my being
That stand to fade
If I don’t hold on
If I don’t forbade
I kick, I scream
I yell, I dream
I trip, I fall
I bear it all
The skin, the hair
The nail, the bod
Tools of play
In the hand of God
The spark within
Is by all means mine
To nurture and save
From wrath divine
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