The oura of light spreads through the dark empty place,
Serenity fills the room like a warm embrace,
Cool wind circles the room through the air,
Into the darkness without a care,
The rhythm of the rain drops linger in the hallway,
The music flows as we sway,
As the day turns to night,
No oura shines as bright,
The room lifts the spirt but it’s full of night,
When people come to feel well they feel alright,
The calmness of the temperature in the room,
Is to calm your sense and your doom,
The oura won’t dim your spirit,
When you listen you will hear it,
The message behind the pain,
And the sunshine behind the rain.
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