caamora
I can see, here in me, the things you've formed
And the pain that began the moment I was torn
From the things I've desired from the very start
And now I'm left with this aching in my heart
I've had a glimpse, of pretense and what you've intended
me to be, and the way my life would have ended
without your hand to keep me within your borders
without your love to put chaos into order
Help me see, wash me clean, put in your desires
for my future and my past, purge with a fire
that will become for me the volcanic caamora
And prepare in me this love of yours
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And the pain that began the moment I was torn
From the things I've desired from the very start
And now I'm left with this aching in my heart
I've had a glimpse, of pretense and what you've intended
me to be, and the way my life would have ended
without your hand to keep me within your borders
without your love to put chaos into order
Help me see, wash me clean, put in your desires
for my future and my past, purge with a fire
that will become for me the volcanic caamora
And prepare in me this love of yours
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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