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Waking up or in a dream
I try to run, I try to scream
How can I, make amends?
When what I fear, is inside of me

Take my hands, lead me on
I lay down, this thorny crown
Bring me home, through the fire
Home is, where you’re found.

What can I, bring you now?
Before your throne, I will bow
Bowing down, on my knees,
With the angels, I will sing

Exiles in this world, we are pilgrims from birth
Let your kingdom come, we await your blessed son