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Accross the plains I see a glimmering light,
Beyond the horizon where the day fades out the night.
The grass is grown from the roots of all my sins,
Beneath the dirt is where my salvation will begin.
There stands a house and its yellowing in mold,
Beside a window is where I sit alone,
The walls are cold and the bricks are falling out,
So you could see inside and I can let it out.
Within these walls is where I call my home,
I'd love to leave this place but I have nowhere else to roam.
If I had wings I would uplift myself and soar,
Up to the heavens ,but this is the only hell I know.
I than looked up to the heavenly sky,
but temptation burned my wings before I learned to fly.
Again I looked up to a new sunny sky,
but than my heart gets blistered and my tongue gets twisted and tied.
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