When the light cracks my eyes
Will you grow sick of me?
Like I grew sick of you.
So many times.
I've surrounded myself
With garbage, I can see.
When the light cracks my eyes
and i begin to see
When you take the scales off me.
When the light cracks my mind
I can feel your feet coming
rushing towards me.
You stood on your mountain
Saying you would gather me.
Oh God, gather me!
To your faithful heart.
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