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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