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Redemption
Is it so obvious, the way I feel?
If my thoughts are clear to you
Does that then verify they are real?
Perhaps the truth is still in progress,
And then the old rules still apply
Don't you dare claim you ever knew me
Until you have seen me cry.
There's an echo in me somewhere,
The place wherein my soul once would reside,
A reverberation of the words we never said
But were not cautious enough to hide.
So there they drift and shudder
With each inward breath I take
Because of this I sometimes wish
That I'll exhale one last time
And hovering over a primordial sea,
Find myself at last to be awake.
My newborn breath will then stir the surface,
Ruffling the water into waves
That will not crest over but ripple onward,
Disguising but not stirring the submerged graves.
It was from this scene, I like to fathom,
A world being molded anew.
From the flood and those midnight waters
Rose a ghostland bathed in salty dew.
Who would have known the world was made
From a sea of tears
When a lonely god cried over someone like you
Knowing redemption had been waylaid.
