23.10.11

Madagascar

Forgive them that tear down my soul
And bless them that they might grow old
And free them so that they may know
That it's never too late

For the many times what seemed like a memory
I searched and found the ways
You used to lure me in
Oh, I found ways
Oh, why it had to be
Mired in denial and so afraid

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