December 9, 2002
Pull me out
into the rain
cause I am tired
and I am stained
leave my hurt
and hate behind
lift my chin
change my mind
brush away
my tangled hair
tell me I
could go somewhere
speak my name
and I will come
lead the way
and I will run
down the mountains
through the trees
hold me up
so I can see
lead me somewhere
still and safe
and I’ll no longer
hide my face
let the tumult
forever cease
take me away
show me peace
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