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Lately these days don't seem to end lately these wounds don't seem to mend on my knees, I beg to send Mercy from heaven for my friend A page from stories we've been told a message from the days of old a soul that suffers, spent and sold I'm unworthy to behold So deep this river, this divide won't sink this ship though far and wide a quiet corner safe to hide it's safe to hurt, it's safe to cry pure as water, sweet as wine like an emerald does she shine sacred image in my mind falls just short of bein' divine The song I sing is all I know the words are true, the value grows milk and honey, blessings flow they flow my way, they come and go |