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
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Submission Name: Relentless
