| I need some help to say this right.
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| The proper words to speak my mind,
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| to bare my heart,
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| and show my scars,
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| for what they really are.
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| Though the Word may guide me, my mind will defy me.
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| To make sense of it all,
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| and put God in a box, and only open it when needed
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| I’ll keep it locked, with the key next to the one,
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| I made for these shackles,
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| I still wear them everyday chained to my past and every lie I told myself.
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| Eye for an eye, the whole world goes blind.
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| Life for a life, but I’m the spear that pierced Your side.
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| LIKEWISE
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| Held captive in a prison that I built from my own guilt.
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| My rib cage the cell doors, and my heart the death row inmate.
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| I can hear that jailbird sing,
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| «let love be the breeze that carries me,
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| and bring grace beneath my wings.»
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| But the key lies within me, to stand before You boldly.
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| This is the song the jailbirds sing.
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| «LET THE FREE BE FREE!» |