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Born home in peace and seen the sun I everyday,

I never understood, what, what is it that I am missing in my life,

I went to search!

Now exposed to hurricanes and earthquakes that I was able to engender,

I ran,

To see houses flooded, torn apart - in pleasure,

I see the house of my evil neighbor, collapse of shaking never seen before,

I smile and enjoy his cry for every second I had heard it,

But when it came my turn,

Like I revelation it was opened in a moment, I remembered peace, my home where I was born,

But no one was around me because of evil in me I was unable to control.

I ran again, but now the other way,

Looking for my home and peace,

But nothing was in place,

In destruction, failure, shame,

I fell down to my knees,

I shouted out to God, “save me, for I am nothing,”

Expecting no response, but still with very little hope,

He touched me and I had seen my little home, far above the skies,

I felt the peace I had never known,

The hurricanes and earthquakes stopped,

Now I am old, ending my slow walk home,

I understood, my true calling never was - control.