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Is it thou that sits here broken
Shattered symbols of life
He mourned
He hoped
He reached
He reached
Is it thou that sits here
Full of broken dreams
Relics of the past
Empty memories
Of struggles
Empty memories
Of hopeless hope
It’s gone
It’s all gone
The flame
That once illumined thee
Awake thy sleeping soul
Life is but a dream
Created by thee
Thorns but ladders
Joy thy light
Faith thy strength
Let it be
Let it be
Let its presents be
Thy master’s light
Thy master’s love
Forget thy tears
And hear his voice
Forget thy tears
And see his light
Forget and let your tears
Purify your soul
Oh sleeping one arise
And take your rightful place
Destined
Destined
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