Father
this is your daughter
once again
trying to find your words
in the wind
and also trying not to sin
in the process
yes, Lord. make me less
and you more
yes, please, open up the door
and clean out my core
ao I can soar
and stop the war
in my head
yeah, before I am
spiritually dead
and not able
to eat your bread
at your table
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