| It was a serene day
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| When I saw my meaning in this world
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| There wasn’t even a breath of wind
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| To touch my sore skin
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| With suffering comes the emotions
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| And sight…
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| The past gave nothing to heal
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| Seeking something more to feel
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| Only the cold walls prove
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| That I exist
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| The present gives nothing to hold on
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| Reaching beyond suffering
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| Soon the dead leaves fall
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| And I sleep
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| It was a serene day
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| When I found my wrath in this world
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| There wasn’t even a breath of wind
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| To give me strength to do His will
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| With suffering comes the emotions
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| And healing… |