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Reaching
I wish there was a God
That I could rest in His arms
and let all my fallen charms
melt like wax away
To have someone take over
the job of every inhiation
to calm down my sensitivities
that jarr at every new sensation
O, what does it feel like?
O, to breathe
With ease
To be intimately shown
The way in which you've grown
To know you're a bundle
of a thousand stars weeping
O, Weep for me, my Lord
Not just to be sad
but for one tiny moment
Just be same
