Getting out of no where
Making sense of nothingness
I sit and swing and
I sit and swing and
Breath in,
Breath out,
And ignore the wild wind as best I can.
Thoughts far from their demise,
Thoughts far from their demise,
Memories teared into a cup
But won't surrender to my loneliness So quickly.
But won't surrender to my loneliness So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season me
Something is missing within
Which has made my eyes so soft,
My voice So tender
Oh, my need of God Absolutely Clear.
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