"Can I get another prayer for the ending
Who's left the window ajar, the morning sun is blinding,"
Watching his steps Jack is conscious this time
Not a drop to waste and not enough words to rhyme,
The optimist breeze brings with it the scent of hopeful rain
Each driblet destined to drain the pain,
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