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there are silent truths roaming about this sleeping earth
her streets of hatred and despondency lack thy favor
however, better days hath come and gone from thine own detraction
forgiveness lines thouest soul amiss, yet you respond in a spirit of truth
never ceasing to abound with love, or to lend thine understanding - lovely lady of mine
even caught within despair i cry out to thee, and you answer my call

love without truth is surely a causeway to death
listen to me, hearken your ear to my calling
for the call that comes early within the morning's beautiful sunrise, doth not leave me in want
and somehow you continue to draw peace from the well of the ages without a sense of provision
how doth thine hand follow the winding lines of my truth without hearing the voice of my captors
my prayer is that you hear my call