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I am the cost and I am the loss. I am the wreck that became your cross. The burden you bore that cursed your lot. The blood-stained, buried dreams that you sought.
Pull this material skeleton off my skin. Expose my heart make me raw. Open me up, let the therapy begin. Help me heal, make me real. . I dont want to go home the same man.
I know I said I wouldn't complain. When the weight became too much to bear. But that was before I felt all the strain. Of the work involved in getting where.
What was that about loving my friends and loving my enemies too?. What was that about giving to the poor and judging others kindly?. What was that about forgiving the guy whos only ever hurt me?.
Hello, my fellow man. You look like youve had it rough. You look like your story aint been kind to you. Have you known the pain?. Do you even have a name?.
It takes a lot of work to keep something alive. We've been putting all our efforts into second tries. Tired of filling up the cup. Tired of being content with just barely enough.
You count the coins and years of work. That put them in your pocket. Could you exist on any less. If suddenly you lost it?. . Do you depend on your own hands?.
This ones bout a man. Who thought that he had figured it out. Figured it out. When I found him. He told me that he didnt need any help. From anyone else.
Be merciful to me, O God. For I am under attack. My enemies slander me. All day long. In their pride theyre bringing me down. All day long. . When I am afraid Ill trust in you.
Been hanging around. This old house. Its a mess. It aint sound, or even safe. Been driving around. The neighborhood. Seen lots of others. Looking a lot like mine.
Scarred by time and bruised by bitter days. With a rusty, haggard frame and a cynical gaze. Worn out where the years took their toll. Trying to turn these shattered shards into something whole.
My heart is a winding river. Runs wherever it wants to. Down, out of the towering hills. Rushing toward the sea. . I am a watercourse. Connecting the dots.
Theres a place on earth. Where devils build their homes. They roam around in search. Of someone whos alone. . Youve got too much to be living for nothing.