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The Tocsin
I lay in troubled sleep
The tocsin sounds
I feel the weight of error
The tocsin sounds
I sense the edge of loss
The tocsin sounds
I hear the moans
Of those I’ve damaged
The tocsin sounds
I recall the lives I’ve taken
The Tocsin sounds
I feel the anguish of my sins
The tocsin sounds
In fearful desperation I cry
To a long lost God
As the tocsin sounds
I hear the answer
“All is Forgiven”
The trumpet sounds
