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Vagabonds
03:24
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I think my God would save me last.
“There is no room in heaven left for vagabonds.”
I can’t wait forever and keep it this way.
I can’t wait forever and keep it that way.
It’s not enough to sing my words out loud anymore.
Because I am out of breath
from keeping secrets that no one knows.
I think that somewhere in my grace.
I will see Your face and fight forever to keep it that way.
You have no grace for me.
I am so alone. God, I’m blessed to be alone.
It’s not enough to sing my words out loud anymore.
Because I am out of breath
from keeping secrets that no one knows.
My place in heaven must be overgrown.
I’m not loud enough. Loud enough.
Because I am out of breath. I am still alone.
Graceless vagabond.
It’s not enough.
To sing these words out.
To sing to no one.
We don’t know where to go.
Graceless vagabond.
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Samaritan
03:43
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I cant feel my feet.
Ive been walking down this road for far too long.
When will I make it home?
I stopped feeling my hands.
Where is my feeble hope?
Where did my patience go?
O’ Samaritan. I cant feel anything.
Where is the urgency in your voice now?
I cant feel my body anymore.
I am afraid I wont feel anything ever again.
My patience and my heart are weak.
Im a fragile bird thats broken at the wing.
O’ Samaritan. I cant feel anything.
Where is the urgency in your voice now?
I can’t feel a thing.
My breath, my body, my soul lays down to sleep.
My hands are buried deep down in the dirt beneath
My weary eyes and hopeless words compete
with the sound of rushing feet and no relief.
O samaritan
I cant feel anything.
Where is the urgency in your voice now?
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Seeds
03:12
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Buried so deep in the ground.
Buried with what was once below.
Fragile little bones.
Branch out, grow up, grow old.
We’re so afraid that we might not see the light again.
Grey faced, staring far away.
Cascade away.
Into that age old grave. Away.
Take my breath. My bones. My only hope.
I can’t move. I can’t move.
I won’t never walk again.
Too dark to see. Too quiet to think.
We’re so afraid that we might not see the light again.
Grey faced, staring far away.
Cascade away.
Into that age old grave. Away.
Take my breath, my home, my dirty hands
My bones and my faithless tongue.
Bury me like a seed.
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