What would you have me do?
You plucked these chords knowingly
You tuned these fires flowingly
And now you'd like the beating to stop?
The child emerging in our souls
To stop?
Listen please
I have nothing
Nothing in this place
Where do you think old hymns come from?
And where do you think they go?
They cannot be burned
They cannot be swallowed
You cannot still this resonation
You Cannot still a know
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