| Feeling the sag of mind, feeling
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| The conscious ignorance, knowing
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| What. |
| How. |
| Tell me how
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| What is there to do. |
| Even so
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| Hands won’t hold if I
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| Trust them with my weight. |
| So
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| Then again, my feet are not close enough to my heart. |
| I am
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| Sorrowful man
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| But it’s not often I’m able to cry
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| Should I forget about that Mountain of Rejoycing or be
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| Glad that there are eyelids to be watched, from time to time
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| Don’t know. |
| Truly, I don’t understand
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| Can’t feel sure that God will even hear a cry
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| Could our partings be running too deep
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| Even for the merging dreams
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| Feel like it’s all too much to bear
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| Where’s the chance for smiles to happen;
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| Unable. |
| Don’t even know
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| What to hope and pray for
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| The final tangled junction of all dead ends. |
| Of pain;
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| Truth revealed
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| Mine. |
| Finders seekers. |
| Strength
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| Should I consider somebody
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| Who’s just not to be right for the feelings
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| I Don’t know. |
| Truly, I don’t understand
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| Can’t feel sure that God will even hear a cry
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| Who will bring comfort. |
| Who will stay
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| Near; |
| who will bear my touch
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| No friend, no love; |
| nowbody
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| To understand: All in-vain thoughts
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| Trying their best to satisfy
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| The mind. |
| But the vanity
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| You take only when you’re very weak… Very:
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| Finished as they are
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| Feel I’m not weak; |
| yet
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| Not yet. |
| Or then, my weakness
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| May just pass unnoticed through my weakness
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| Don’t know. |
| Truly I don’t understand
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| Can’t feel sure that God will even hear the cries |