I HAVE CRIED THE NIGHT
SOAKED MY PILLOW WITH SORROW
WITH MORNING COMES A CHOICE
TO CONTINUE TO BAY AT THE MOON
TO HOWL AT A HEAVEN I DON'T THINK CARES
BUT WITH MORNING COMES A CHOICE
TO PRAY FOR HEALING
TO BECOME WHAT I ONCE WAS
LEPROSY CLEANSED
TO PRAY FOR DEATH
THE ULTIMATE DEATH
LEPROSY CLEANSED
TO ACCEPT THE THIRD CHOICE
THAT LEPROSY WILL NEVER GO AWAY
MAY FADE
COME BACK
FADE
COME BACK
BUT NEVER GO AWAY
TO FINE JOY IN ACCEPTING
THE ONE LEGGED MAN IN HOPPING
THE MUTE IN BODILY EXULTATION
THE BLIND IN THE BEAUTY OF THE MORNING
WHERE JOY COMES
FRANK A VOLLMER
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