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A life worn out by endless reflections |
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Has shattered every single last hope of rising again |
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Has defied your advise and counseling |
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The sinful nature causes a weak discipline |
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And drags me to the human frailties grave |
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Self inflicted wounds |
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Innumerable false steps |
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Unforgivable mistakes repeated to a frightening agree |
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Gradually growing conscious of the habit-forming addiction |
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Through me all actions fail |
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The human weaknesses |
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Are once again at force |
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In unrecognizable shapes |
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New structures each time |
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Fragile symptoms constantly show new characteristic sides |
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I myself am weak, am nothing |
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Uncontrolled line of thought color my manners |
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I know there is more to reach for |
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I know where strength is found |
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The overflowing, everlasting source |
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Within you my maker |
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With You by my side |
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The safely directed journey |
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In me, around me, your presence |
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Enriches, creates, gives life |
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You offer completeness, |
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You are hope |
