I cannot recall exactly when, was it a dream
Was I walking on the backstreets of memory
A voice asked me, 'Do you know the difference
Between the light and the dark? '
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I dread to fall into a fitful sleep
To dream and nightmare in shadows
Then something calls to me out of the deep
To lay in green pastured meadows
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Caught in the snow
Barren be the wastelands
Where tasteless fruit grow
No one knows or comprehends
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She tenderly wept
While in my arm's embrace
She cried herself to sleep
Life was but a trace
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People talk about other places
That I don’t care to know
For I’ve been to too many places
And sometimes I guess it shows
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Sometimes I ponder
Where the dead
Go beyond materialistic bonds
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Loss of God
Disorientation?
No!
Just a momentary lapse
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We all wish for miracles
The thunderclap
Of a Savior's hand
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