Lament

Up here there are no troubles/ up here I feel no pain/ W0hen the show is over/ and my guitar's been put away/ the world comes rushing in/ 6seking vengeance/// Forgive me Lord/ for all I did not do//// Up here my heart's not empty/ up here I'm touched by grace/ When I am finally alone/ with no sound to soothe me/ the world comes rushing in/ seeking vengeance///

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