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When the last light is turned off
And the world calms down
That's when that pressure comes
In the heart from inside out
When all distractions get weaker
And I have to face my feelings
I realize how I miss You, Lord
How I miss You, my Lord
Like an unresolved chord
Unfinished, I lay down
Missing the most important part of me
Which is You fully and only You
What is that love that actually never rests?
Even if I see You and hear You
This feeling never ceases
How I miss You, my Lord
(For Guruji Paramahamsa Vishwananda)