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Words scribbled on the underside of an old envelope |
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Becoming everything inside |
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Ink spilled on paper, but in a deeper sense |
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Several sentences blurred by tears |
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Represented more sentiment |
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More that was meaningful and real |
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Than the years that led to this crossroads |
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I heard the door close |
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Not slamming, but slinking shut |
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In an unfortunate and unhappy desire to be undetected |
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As if secrecy could lesson the pain |
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Sometimes our lives descend, ensnared |
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As storms upon the soul |
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And rains may strike dividing |
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To sever what was whole |
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But though your limbs feel torn and twisted |
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And your memories turn cold |
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Take heart, for I am with you still |
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And will catch you should you fall |
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Eyes to Heaven |
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Lost and searching for the truth |
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The words to mend your broken heart |
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Can only come from you |
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Eyes to Heaven |
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Building secrets from your pain |
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A virtue lost in innocence |
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Is lost here all the same |
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A beautiful dreamer locked in reticence |
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In a tower of your soul |
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What lies so deep and undisturbed |
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Fears torment in the world |
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Lightning flashes warning |
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To whispers in the rain |
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The fire climbing upwards |
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Your fortress lies in flame |
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Just pray you do the right thing |
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Eyes to Heaven |
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Lost and searching for the truth |
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The words to mend your broken heart |
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Can only come from you |
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Eyes to Heaven |
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Building secrets from your pain |
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In prayers to end the suffering |
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Heard by a soldier's saint |
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Eyes to Heaven |
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Lost and searching for the truth |
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I am lost, and I'm falling |
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Just pray you do the right thing |
