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Loss, longing and witnessing your desire slip away. |
| Into the night you gently concede I held you in my mind For I refused to believe All of the matters that truly came to be Grasping at straws I put up a final stand Against your heightened walls I never stood a chance If even angels fall Where did I ever stand? Empty and battered as an old navy hull Try as I might How could I stand tall? The mind was made up For right or for wrong And the fuel was provided For just another psalm |