| This world has whittled away my goodness
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| A graying bitter man displayed
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| An angel, 10 yrs old, repentant
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| A half dead heretic
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| Embers of images playing through the Church’s halls
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| A mind so full of hymns and lessons from the basement
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| The Holy Eucharist dissolved upon innocent tongues
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| Eternal backslide, I’ve lost my way
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| Here I am, a lamb defaced
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| Lost in the world of fables
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| The nearer to the pew
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| The further from the Son and the light
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| In times of woe you cease to be
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| The rock for me to stand upon
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| Drowning in the siren’s song for me
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| Never touch the face of love again
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| ~ Rohrbough~
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| In times of woe you cease to be
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| The rock for me to stand upon
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| Drowning in the tide that washes me
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| Swaying lifeless to and fro
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| Come to me now, why so afraid?
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| Your faith was tossed away
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| Like branches withering and gathered for the burn
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| Now we come face to face, my son, the trembling apostate
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| This jealous God will show you what remains
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| I am the dumping ground of dreams unplanted in the soul
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| A lantern left behind you stumble through the night
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| A life of broken dreams, I tear upon delicate seams
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| Eternal backslider you’ve paved your way |