The stars looked beautiful on my way home, I stopped at a wet park bench to revel in the quiet...
There's knowing and there's knowing, I wish I knew...
"I am not my own,
For I have been made new.
Please don't let me go,
I desperately need you..."
I wish you didn't feel so impassive! Where are you?!
Holding firmly to the faith we profess...even if it's just my fingertips, will you help me hold on?
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