i wrote myself out of prison didn't dare to meet my people who drifted away in the world
learned to hide in open spaces in order to get my things done loneliness, when the day is done
i saw you once and i think you saw me through
i'm still searching for you
is it too late for you to come? too early for you to come? sing, love, the conflict on my tongue will my work ever be done?
faithful own the true heart waken (?) sing, love, the horror of my tongue my beliefs have come undone lessons of love and teachings of time
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