lookin down through tide of no return,
is a field where the crops no longer grow.
parched is the land, strangled and bedamned,
therefore the grace of God go I.
down beside where the riverbed sleeps,
is a man not knowing what he should feel.
mocked by the wave that beats the water's edge,
therefore the grace of God
therefore the grace of God
therefore the grace of God go I.
if i ever harked another like thee again,
i would drown myself beneath your name.
lost was the child we all once did hide,
therefore the grace of God
therefore the grace of God
therefore the grace of God go I
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