to live a life without love
to sail the ocean and always drown
and fall into the empty sound
of loneliness and something lost
as if it weren't because of his cost
the price he paid for us to live
and here we sit alone and grieve
forgetting that weve found in him
our emptiness with song again
he'll hold our despair and instead he'll meet
our hearts desires when laid at his feet
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