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i heard your voice in the crowd
like the cry of an angel.
you're no stranger.
Come home.
stripped down to nothing but hope.
possessed by a sound mind.
pretty and free. indeed.
i'm holding your seat.
take a breathe. i'm holding mine.
scars? what scars?
it's all become new.
oh yes!, even you.
Come home.
Come Hope!
those fiery eyes won't let you hide.
those crashing waves, they won't subside.
you're not defeated, and you won't be.
the ghost that haunts you,
He's oh, so Holy.
come home.
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Love
By The Juliana Theory
Release date: 04 February, 2003 |
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