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What is a room without a door?

A father without a son

What is life without living?

Classically, an instrumental without the lyrics

Windows still broken from Mansion days

Wall cracked from all the pain

Darkened wall from the soot of the flame

The life workers have come to put everything back in place

Love, she was clothed in this white dress

When she came in, she held everything and put all the noise to rest

Joy and Peace, the twin brothers with broad shoulders, ready for the test

They held the white paints to color my walls to their ability's best

Kindness and Goodness, sisters who stood at the door

Fixing it and replacing that which was crooked before

Gentleness, a tall man dressed in fancy clothes and a french hat

Loading my wardrobe with white garments, with ties and silk cravats

Faithfulness, this beauty of a woman in flower-patterned clothes

Redecorating, with grace, what was once a mess of a home

And the last guests, Self Control and Patience, two little kids

Who moved in to occupy my inner child while renovations took place

When their work is done, would the air still be stale or come with whisper?

Would I hear the Big Guy a bit clearer ?

I was told it wasn't a race but a marathon

Seeds bringing these fruits of who I am meant to become

A dove comes with olive branch to the window

A sign to those who really know

All the pain and suffering and hurt left you heart broken

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