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and what of the hope glimpsed 
there, on the horizon 
a redemption for all those others 
who slid down the back-side 
of never do right, 
lathering crumpets of flesh 
in the toaster of life and yet, we go on 
but do we, really? 
when love is the answer 
and we walk without 
or at least keep away from our heart fire, 
ten feet minimum and I'll watch from here, thank you 
been burned too many times to end up now as a crisp 
an afterthought, 
a coal in the bedpan of strife, 
but it's lonely here without you 
and you could be that hope I have glimpsed 
are you willing and able 
am I able and willing to try again, 
cry again 
be overcome again 
with you? 
for all time 
for our time, 
so brand new ...

Redemption