I am nothing more than sandy shore and you the waves
Flooded with despair and moved to joy then back again
Not a blanket statement could absolve your suffering
But here I sing to wrestle with your plight not to blame
What you have not seen what you cannot see
Will come don’t say it shall no be I’ll stop my ears
That this cannot be that this shall not be
The strength of the absurd in me will not believe
Oh that weathered door those darkened step that lead you home
I don’t know you hell but share this flesh to which we were born
Brother can’t you see her heart it beats
It bleeds and pleads and needs the same as yours and mine
And creation groans for its liberty
But you can hardly hear the noise above the lines
If first might be the least than I the last to see you whole
Be it pain or joy this too shall pass but you see I look for more
How you have not healed what you cannot heal
Will mend don’t say this is the end I’ll stop my ears
That this cannot be that this shall not be
The strength of the absurd in me will not believe
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