I Lay My Soul In The River Of You, Brother
Here we are,
In the same still waters you left us in.
Dazed as the current-carried fish too small to fight or comprehend.
Here we accept where we have been taken and what we lost.
Here we are too tired to mourn the past any longer, and the soul begins to shed.
Sustain me with a willing spirit in place of such a
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