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A part of an intellectual being,
Anyone who's seeing is hopelessly drowned,
By the human taken away.
Dash to Zion,
Greet anyone who's there,
A glass to cry on,
Then choke on the tears we kept.
The God of heaven,
Only answers my prayers when I,
Tell him,
I'm dying,
If only he would hear my crying.
Falling to Zion,
stuck in the pit, we're dying,
And when we fall into,
What we used to know.
I think I'm getting old.
This single, homeless.
Being
Controlling anything besides my...
Dashing to Zion,
Meet anyone who's there,
And if I get a little scared,
Hopelessly he'll miss my prayers.
Come down from Zion,
Sing to the heaven he lives in,
Taking all I can,
Maybe she can't hear me.