| I used to dream that I could fly
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| Just above the whispered clouds
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| Beneath the somber sky
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| I had a dream I was alive
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| I dreamt that love would never die, goodbye
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| Dreams were cheap and hope was easy
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| (So light)
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| The forgeries of life deceiving
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| (So bright)
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| And as I glided to the ground
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| (So long)
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| Calcified, the concrete weighed me down
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| (Cruel, cruel world)
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| Your wings are holding up the sky
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| Dear God, I had dreamt that I could fly
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| Alkaline the burning frost
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| Has blistered deep beneath my bones
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| And winter spat its hatred
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| Cold and coiled, black and deep
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| As it called me ever further
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| Where evil burns and never sleeps
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| I once had prayers that found no words
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| Fragile things I’ve never spoken
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| Through my lips passed eulogies
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| For all the oaths that I have broken
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| Still the ghost of hope was haunting
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| Through the dark to save the living
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| And still beneath it all I dreamt
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| That God could be forgiving
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| Your wings are holding up the sky
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| Dear God, I dreamt that I could fly
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| When I survey the wondrous cross
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| On which the prince of glory died
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| My richest gain I count but loss
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| And pour contempt on all my pride
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| I am the worst of all things here
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| My crooked, black and lying heart
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| Still spits its bitter fear, fear
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| And each and every sparrow
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| They flutter to the ground before they die
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| So please God don’t forget me
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| «I have been with you all along, you have not noticed me»
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| Nervosa now felt more ashamed than ever before
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| «Why would you still care enough to save me
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| Even after seeing the horrible things I have done?
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| Why do you remain here even now?» |
| She asked, sobbing
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| «Because, here is where you are,» the Lamb said softly
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| «And I long to be with you»
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| See from His head, His hands, His feet
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| Sorrow and love flow mingled down
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| Did e’er such love and sorrow meet
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| Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
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| To Christ, who won for sinners' grace
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| By bitter grief and anguish sore
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| Be praise from all the ransomed race
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| Forever and forevermore |