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A LADY NAMED RECLAMATION

The lady I met on a street where sweat and hostility abounds
a lady who swore she'd lead me to higher grounds
she wore no masks, but swore to be my reclamation
and wipe away the memory of my condemnation

the lady I met on a ship crossing raging seas
swore she'd teach me how to pray upon my knees
and if we should be confronted by brotherhood declined
she'd cleans my soul, my body and mind

the lady I met promised to release me from where sin prevails
the same lady who wore no silken lies,no masks nor veils
I heard the words she spoke and her defined declaration
because all I really prayed for was my reclamation

the lady I met promised me from the very start
to rid me of a sinful soul and a broken and bitter heart
and after years of her preaching about holy inspiration
the lady truly became my reclamation
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