blown from innocence,
but torn from the picture,
we moan from
our insolence.
our insolence.
Minds shattered like glass,
tattered and harassed.
Pieces don't fit the puzzle,
stuck in a muzzle,
lost in a maze,
claws in a cage,
taught and tamed,
written off page.
Colossal mistakes,
don't have what it takes,
don't have what it takes,
like a see saw
we build what they break.
we build what they break.
Is there yet not a hope, just a pause,
beyond the flaws of the law,
the scope of grace to call,
the scope of grace to call,
to forgiveness,
to be healed of this sickness.
A time beyond space,
a place behind the face,
God, please save my soul.
Just one goal,
the keys to make me whole,
the keys to make me whole,
release the breeze of another chance,
turn your glance to teach this dance.
I dare to ask, hear this prayer, unmask,
don't let my life won't end
in coincidence.
Rom.5:8-10
in coincidence.
Rom.5:8-10
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