Yagebu

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Lighter hold the fire against the pyre

Rekindling the wick, anoint your head brighter

Higher place you was looking, blind to horizontal

I'm blind to you disgruntled, glasses for tomorrow

I broke the promise to not make a promise

Or am I promising that I could never make a promise

Promise you can make it to the Promised Land

It's not my promise but it's one promise I'll promise with a shaken hand

Twenty nine, one-one, O-three, a newborn

Eighteen laps 'round the Star, I'm newborn

Baptised in His water, and the Ghost, newborn