No island of escape
No heart that can't be found
The plague at last arrived
The ship is run aground
The wind has brought pollution
Pollution to the soul
The suffering and delusion
The spirit black as coal
Close your eyes, sweet child
Come listen to the sound
Of faith raining back
Faith raining back down
The fields are wet with deluge
The crops will not be there
A life of broken pilgrimage
Can never be repaired
While a lukewarm invitation
Has cast your soul in peril
In vulgar conversation,
We allowed our lips to settle
Close your eyes, sweet child
Come listen to the sound
Of faith raining back
Your faith raining back down
There is no Purgatory
And there is no in-between
Your hesitance and tarry
By God's eyes will be seen
So wander into morning
Your eyes still caked in sleep
The glory of awakening
Shall raise you among sheep
And close your eyes, dear child
Come listen to the sound
Of your faith raining back
Your faith raining back down
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