On wayward roads all covered in dust,
A whisper guides our way.
The ones we lost, were the ones we trust,
On wayward roads all covered in dust.
...
Why can't I find God?
They’ll ask over and over.
They’ll ask why the dog
ran off too.
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The death you have seen and the hate you have heard.
Young ears full of dead men’s lies.
Your mark of innocence, forever blurred.
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An angry ocean guides our ship astray;
waters that promise and pull beneath.
Sightings of land through false teeth,
with only storms day by day.
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There once was a time,
that I would let you inside,
but that time has past.
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