A true son of st. Jude
A love lost a soul bear
Weary eyes can never sleep for want of better
But today it would seem the end was bitter sweet
For weary my eyes are not and sleep I can
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My wings have left me forlorn
My demons remain
Stranded I have but a forked road
Continue should I into oblivion?
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Am I not blessed by you oh Lord
Everyday your mystery unfolds
For I doubt to easily your promise
I am weak to doubt your mighty sword
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Far and few between
True friends rarely seen
It is said we are but a reflection
Of the company we keep
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