Im drained but aching for more
And the devil inside is reading
The words of the saddest poem
To be engraved on the stone of my grave

Id kill to share your pain (and carry the shame)
And sell my soul for you just to say:

I dream what you re dreaming
I feel what you re feeling
Love s our shadow on the wall
With the Face of God
Your dream what I m Dreaming
And See what I m seeing
Love s our shadow on the wall
With the Face of God

Nothing will be enough for the ones
Who keep on stumbling in the garden
of withering trust about to converge
to leave




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