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Losing ground with my religion

out of touch with your communion 

life seems so desolate now 

fuller and less richer 

if I could just feel your spirit

know that you remember me with love somehow,

that maybe I'll be ok.

That I can get through without wandering 

and find that truth in your eyes 

before it returned the lies

a heart breaking is painless 

next to a broken soul 

twisted and spread

shards of light off in every direction

wanting to be drawn back 

but driven away for protection.

I couldn't see the truth, 

losing my religion I found 

spiritual healing 

losing you 

I found 

my immortal abyss.