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She Cries For Us
With arms outstretched
Toes pointed downward
Her hands are tied
Is this how Christ felt?
Its endless circles
Paths that lead nowhere
Everyone is running away
Will the end ever come.
There is no beauty allowed
Crying is silent
Those with sight
Are being lead by the blind.
Is there any faith left
Those with hearts
Follow the ones with none
Where is the belief in that.
Her arms are open
Wide enough for us all
She cries for us
Is this how Christ feels?
