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A hidden voice beneath the Thunder |
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Cascades whispers reaching down |
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A life less perfect in its living |
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Is to real purpose summoned now |
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As dream carved eyes sing empathy |
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With wings made mortal to the search |
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For essence weighed in temples razed |
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Ascend the fires and salted earth |
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I can see the message breathing still |
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I can hear the voices sounding deep inside |
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I can feel the hero rising up above the silence |
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Your soul remembers yet, the path that men forget |
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I bring the winds, to free you from your hesitation |
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I call the storms to remind you what you are |
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My faith endures for the sake of something less and more in them |
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And so I bring the winds, to echo in your heart |
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Drifting scenes of shameful things |
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To haunt corrupted will |
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The Lion pacing at the edge |
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Guards the keep that faith once built |
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Find constitution in your soul |
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A vessel for your light |
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Eyes drift toward the northern fires |
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A beacon to the ocean of the night |
