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See my hand is trembling
touching all that's real
Once it stroked love's body
now it claws the past.
The scent of a flower,
The colours of the morning,
Friends to believe in,
Tears soon forgotten,
See how the rain drives away, another day.
If a leave as fallen,
does the tree lie broken?
If we draw some water,
does the well run dry?
The sigh of a mother,
The screaming of lovers,
Like two angry tigers,
They tear at each other,
See how for him lifetime's fears disappear.
Once Jesus suffered,
Heaven could not see him.
Now my ship is sinking,
The captain stands alone.
A pawn on the chessboard,
A false move by God will now destroy me,
But wait, on the horizon,
A new dawn seems to be rising,
Never to recall this passerby, born to die.
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