| 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, insnared
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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" |