| Fading memories ignored
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| I crawl across the forest floor
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| Pool reflects an orphan child
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| Dirty, lost, alone and wild
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| Fatherless and nameless still
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| Fallen heart and broken, will
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| There ever be a place where I belong
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| I cower 'neath the monster trees
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| And try to stand on tired feet
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| But gravity knocks me to the ground
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| Where I give up, and tears roll down
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| I claw the dust and beg the end
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| Curse the day that I began
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| To hope there’d be a place where I belong
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| I hear a sound I recognize
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| You lift my chin and seek my eyes
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| Song of love You sing to me
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| I ache to sing it back to Thee
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| «Father Love prepares a place
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| Brother Jesus leads the way
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| Follow to the place where you belong!»
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| How did I miss this wondrous song?
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| The forest sang it all along
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| «River rinses all your shame
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| Father offers you His name
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| Father Love prepares a home
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| Brother Jesus leads you on
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| Follow to the place where you belong!»
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| «Father Love prepares a place
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| Brother Jesus leads the way
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| Follow to the place where you belong
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| Follow to the place where you belong!» |