| Just like the wind, when it meets with the wave
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| The ocean opens up‚ and the violence is beneath
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| She was tossed in the currents
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| Her hope swept away‚ by the undertow of lies that she had once believed
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| And this disease‚ into her blood it seeps
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| It pulled her further, further, into the deep
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| The heart breaks‚ and it finally.
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| Oh it finally takes it’s toll
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| Finding strength isn’t easy, it’s not easy for the tortured soul
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| The sirens ring so loud
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| Yet all that could be heard were the cries of a war-torn mother for a son who
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| wanted nothing to do with her
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| They rushed her to the room, the lights and faces dim
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| The only thing keeping her here now‚ are thoughts of him
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| And this disease, into her blood it seeps
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| Oh it pulled her further, further, into the deep
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| So she waits, and he finally, oh he finally answers their calls
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| He hesitates, to open up, to even open that door at all
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| «But there’s a hand reaching out for me
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| Am I worth it, this rescuing?
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| Am I worth all of this pain?
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| I’ve been lost, I feel so ashamed.»
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| The IV’s hanging from her wrists, she’s stretching out her arms
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| The tears start streaming down her cheeks, her boy has finally returned
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| But she still sees their father in his face
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| As the memories rush back, her heart begins to race
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| «I see your father in your eyes, the way they always tend to meet mine
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| I notice how they wander, but they always held their shine
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| Oh how his smile’s just like yours, so tender and so kind
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| It always calmed my shakey knees, his presence could calm the raging seas
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| Oh how I miss him everyday, but you can always come back, it’s never too late
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| I see the boy that we had raised
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| We both cried ourselves to sleep each night after your father had passed away.»
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| If there’s breathe inside your lungs, then you have hope that you can cling to
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| If your heart beats inside your chest, then there’s a home that you can run to
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| No matter the depths your deeds have brought you, no matter the distance that
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| you run
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| God calls us still His sons and daughters
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| This is unrequited love |