What am I but what He wants in me,
What am I but what I want in me,
A battle in constant motion,
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I'm sorry Lady.
For wat I've released,
For wat I've cast aside like refuse.
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Waving pools of rustling hands,
In grops of callous hearts,
That fall 'neath waves of sorrow,
With inept and inopportune timing.
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