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Salvation

  • sathem
  • Jun 5, 2017
  • 1 min read

Weather the storm inside your breast

Treat yourself as gentle as the mist

Carry your treasures inside your chest

And hold your darlings close

Treat yourself as gentle as the mist

Hang your hope next to the window

And hold your darlings close

Through the thunder and the rage

Hang your hope by the window

A pulsing beacon for the lost

Who weather the thunder and the rage

Open your doors to them

A pulsing beacon for the lost

A bottle bobbing on the waves

Open your doors to them

And let the tide rush in

A bottle bobbing on the waves

Don’t let out the lighting

Open your doors to the lost

And share your bread and wine

Don’t let the lightning out

Weather the storm in your breast

Share your bread and share your wine

But keep treasures in their chest

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