Been asleep for twenty two years
Dreamed a little thinking
Bout the shape it'd take
To make the word
That'd take my breath
And wake my rest
Didn't know that it'd be yours
Been taking it in for all my life
Real purposefully bout half that time
Bouts young and felt won
To held heart and silent tounge
But Oh, to speak the things I heard
As fire from this holy chest
To quench that only name upon my breath
Didn't know that it'd be yours
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