Idle

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I stand in the wind searching for the sun
The cloud moves quickly as if on the run
I condemn myself for all the things I’ve done
And beg for the voice of the Holy One

A spring shower moves closer to me
Dark blue gray is all I see
Maybe I’m exactly who I’m supposed to be
Maybe death is the only way I’ll be free

The trees begin to dance and the leaves rattle
The sky flashes with a loud cry, as if ready for battle
The sky turns black and God’s tears fall
For I am not who I’m supposed to be at all

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