| I’ll walk into the water,
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| To wash the blood from my feet.
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| My path is ever holding,
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| My shadows claimed release.
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| The sky it holds my father,
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| The sun recalls my soul.
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| The reason forgotten,
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| Of the lessons burned in oak.
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| My always wanting watchers,
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| They laugh and slash at my mind.
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| The deafening redeemer,
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| Lays me down and feeds me time.
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| Death was my first companion,
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| It showed me life and it snuffed it out.
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| The vision never ending.
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| Of the ghosts through and out.
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| All the rage in gold the flower…
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| Pull me in to see,
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| The battles break me but I am given,
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| To the lost lord,
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| Within the circle of clarion’s eye. |