I am here. I am not running away. I am available to live my life. The life that you gave me, Hashem. The life that you deem most fit. The life of pain, of emptiness, of struggle - And of hope. The life of talking to You every day. The life of holding Your hand throughout.
Oh how, oh how I long to be free, To leave all my traps behind. Free to feel, free to love, free to think, free to strive With all my soul, and body, and mind. Pesach is coming, so please, Hashem, Be to me good and kind: Set me free, so I'll finally come to you With all my soul, and body, and mind.
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