Precious pilgrim, lonely mine
you live like never seen
Each day a picture full of paint
of art or misery
Of life support that's been destroyed
it's child now walks away
Taking for granted in it's wake
you'll pray for it each day
Used up and poured out,
bought, sold and slain
The tarnished still useful will give it's life again
More than nails or teeth now pierce
you deny and continue on
Open up, be brought out
Tonight await the dawn
And the sunshine cries,
as he walks or tries
red foot prints on sand.
Is there wealth in saving souls
When hearts are full of broken holes
and devotion doesn't expand?
The sea of love is wise and waiting
to crash you down and scald
Plunging in, you catch the hand
that love's already mauled
Lips to lips, resuscitate
give her your last breath
The child up and walks away
And I fear your certain death
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