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My time will come: It may not be this second, hour,
Minute, it may not be today—it will come!
It may not be tomorrow—it will come!
Am I being prepare? Yes, I Am! So, it will come!
My time will come! And when my time arrive at your timing!
I ask you to speak into my heart, yes—with your great poetic wisdom!
I will be more than a woman, a friend, a companion:
I will be your songbird, valued, respected, classy, proud,
I will be humble as you wish me to be—your quite lamb:
I will be a lady, ready to bring, great, men, women to rise,
—in unification, with compassion: There will be no division,
And we will be filled with more compassion, to make a difference,
For the youths, young men, women, elders, in our home, hearts,
And upon the land, that we walk, and stand:
My time will come, my time has arrived and I can see, the movement,
Of your magnificent people, and a glorious land! Yes, my time has arrived!
And I thank you Lord, for allowing your presence – speak volume to everyone:
You are mighty, sacred, you are Lord, over this land:
My time has come, this second, minute, hour, this year—my time has come!
And this is the greatest, sacred, and precious romance!