Is this the place to find time br To write empty words br In a room full of shine br Could I have lacked words br To address you br Had I paid attention to the song br That cried “Let your glory come back” br br Strange languages are spoken br In this house I called my sanctuary br What hath they that I contain not br Bowing down they find reasons to br Scream they do loud br I still find time to write br br Praise your name I forgot the heaviness of br Emptiness too heavy and wide to allow other br br Intense praise give tears to orphans br Strange laughter in lips of hope br How could it be br That I just look br And know not how to play part br In the sight of my family br br I been there before br The way to you I have learnt br I remember not how br The same vessel you once filled br Know you how to anymore? br br So empty I am br Nothing except the scheduled br And Light A-B-C birds slogan in the morning br That I still find time to write br br His praise much higher than echo of chirp br His sound swifter than melody of song than sadden br His beauty artificial dare not clone br His limits fiction imagine not br br I still find time to write br Nothing I would before br I still find time to write br Observe and wonder br I still find time to write br Watch and stare br I still find time to write br Hear and not listen br I still find time to write br Look and not see br I still find time to write br Exist and not Be br I still find time to write br Smile and not lovebr br Didier Sixte Kahungubr br