People say they know a girl who's lost her way,
she's always angry. No one bothers to ask her what
she hears or what she hopes for. The air is cold,
she lives alone and tires of being her only
provider, she can't fathom grace tonight, no not
tonight, it's not an option. Searching for more
than mere tastes of living water, tired eyes tend
to wander, seek the light. Create in her a sense
of awe that sees Your beauty, let Your splendor
flash with blinding light. Cities slowly
suffocate, what once was bright is now moth-eaten.
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fresh now worn and beaten. Clutching pity like a
prize to her side her fingers grow weary. "He
cares so much for sparrows, won't He toss
something out my way?" Searching for more than
mere lies disguised as dogma, tired eyes tend to
wander, seek the light. Create in her a sense of
awe that sees Your beauty, let Your splendor flash
with blinding light. Standing tall all the aspen
trees drink water as the rain falls down like
laughter from the sky.