Before The Fall

Fighting with demons, it’s just another night
when you’re rolling in the depths of hell you’re going to get burnt
they say you’re near but you feel so far
but whichever way i choose, i call your name, the anchor in the dark
and though it seems I think and feel, one really cannot know
you’re there inside, a speck of will of just and might
winding paths made straight by your hand, i falter
into your courts i wander, afraid but i still see
trembling hands reach out to take your love.

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