Freedom is assumed
And it still gets us so far
But it still shakes us
Now we've lost ourselves
This is a call to kiss so calmly
Show your eyes to those in plight
A love test
To love the least of these
Reveal Yourself to us
That we may not juggle Your Name
As the winded words leave
And we narrate the things we pray
I am redeemed, yet brought down
It's easy to take control
Of this unconscious state
But still, we're not alive
1/25/2009
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Written by Unknown at 9:49 PM
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1 two cents' worth:
THAT'S WHERE YOU GOT PLIGHT FROM
when you were thinking of a word.
'winded'
'yet brought down'
^this is so important.
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