It is a lie if it freezes your soul You can chase an attractive wind When it blows But if you can stay in the light And let flesh be lonely Cries become praise for the lord We can be kings of meaningless things Or we can be slaves of love We can be kings of fallen things Or we can be slaves of love Our eyes are wide And our ears hear it all Can we filter the whole wide world Through a small string of thoughts Were living today on the heels of the failing theory That we all die, so we should live it up A cry of love, a cry of pains enough To leave us trying to find something our hands can touch To numb the day A thousand things will not cure weakness Only a fall to grace a turn to the face of the lord
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