Cornered, we can not turn.
Cornered, what we say are mostly wrong.
We think of heaven.
We abhor hell.
Eden is our dwelling place.
We dwell in the shadow of the Most High.
The truth we will not trade.
You do not understand
our calling and think we are operated under, by a remote control.
We ended up living in a wrong place.
You heard our prayers and thought we are going, deeper than the sea.
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