| Concrete and coldness
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| Cobwebs and chaos
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| Poison and promises
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| Liars and lies
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| Deception falls like ashes from the skies
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| Intentions and motive lost to distraction
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| It sometimes seems easier to leave it alone
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| And sort through the wreckage when the buzzards leave the bones
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| Empty ruins rumble, wake and come alive
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| One waits for a rainy day, while there are stories left to tell
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| One more chose to look away, a penny for the wishing well
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| Blood in the water the saint and the martyr will stay
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| Wish away
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| Watching and waiting
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| Fearless and faithful
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| Strength in surrender
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| Survival and hope
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| Another taking hold by letting go
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| One lowly vessel, scarred imperfection
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| Converging pieces in the master’s design
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| To work in the potter’s field while there’s still time
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| Father, night is coming, mercy for the dawn
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| One waits for a rainy day, while there are stories left to tell
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| One more chose to look away, a penny for the wishing well
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| Blood in the water the saint and the martyr will stay
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| Wish away
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| Beware — The silence when apathy sets in like a disease
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| Reliance — On anything that pulls us off our knees
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| Approval — A vigilance to storm the gates of hell
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| Refusal — Of sideline lethargy and wishing well
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| From ashes a vision
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| Angel of mercy arise
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| With no action it withers up and dies
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| Fire — Immortal, the hands of God to touch the face of pain
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| The loyal — To dust them off and lift them up again
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| The fervent — A refuge for the broken souls in need
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| The servant — Unto the least of these as unto me
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| From vision to action, there’s a new story to tell
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| When living beyond the wishing well |