The streets are hard, the shadows long, Yet the Gods hum their songs.
No bed, no bread, but faith's warm fire, burns bright through every trial.
They see me shiver in the frost, count every tear that hope has cost. From thrones of light and dark, they lean and guard, My unseen shield, my soul's reward. In alley prayers, my spirit calls, And mercy answers, soft through walls. No kingly crown, but grace divine.The gods watch over this heart of mine.Though world forgets, their gaze endures, turning my wandering into cures. Homeless in body, rich in their sight, Guided forever through endless night.
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