Sacred Hand

by Doris Muramatsu

A thousand years ago you might have walked with practicals
But now you follow your own faith
It's scary to admit that i've let go controlling it
So tilt your head up to the light

Mother read me to bed tonight
It's only seven after 9 pm
I always wonder if you think that I'm not chosen by the sacred hand

I never had the chance for city nights or blind romance
I only knew the names of stars
It's funny how you see what others do so blindlessly
Follow you, follow me


Questions about your days are still a bit confusing
But at least I know you're on your way
I told you once before that time will only open doors
And that is just enough for me


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