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I thought my wings could hold me
Whether you decide to guard or bless me
I fought away from grips of evil
And if you decide you can
Find the courage to find me,
Take me under, downward
To arrest and charge me
Whether you decide to lead me back or leave me
I will run and burn direction sideways,
If there’s no feeling, no chance of healing
With hell beneath the earthen hold
I will lock myself from my reflection
I will rise into the sullen sun
And if you decide to look upon the prism
I will be the ocean burning bright
Before the last river will dry out