no one bothers to ask her what she hears or what she hopes for
the air is cold, she lives alone and tires of being her only provider
she can't fathom grace tonight; no not tonight, it's not an option.
searching for more than mere tastes of living water
tired eyes tend to wander; seek the Light
create in her a sense of awe that sees Your beauty
let Your splendor flash with blinding light
cities slowly suffocate; what once was bright is now moth-eaten
as young girls filled with thoughts that once were fresh, now worn and beaten
clutching pity like a prize to her side, her fingers grow weary
"He cares so much for sparrows, won't He toss something out my way?
searching for more than mere lies disguised as dogma
tired eyes tend to wander; seek the Light
create in her a sense of awe that sees Your beauty
let Your splendor flash with blinding light
standing tall, all the aspen trees drink water
as rain falls down like laughter from the sky
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