Loving to love what fingers cannot grasp
Her beauty odder and more beautiful
Than the dew on the freshly groomed grass
This is what tortures my soul
Loving to love what fingers cannot grasp
My heart, her beauty stole
Torn by her fingers of broken glass
This is what tortures my soul
Loving to love what fingers cannot grasp
The wall its barrier and its toll
That bares to witness this gap and trap
This is what tortures my soul
Loving to love what fingers cannot grasp
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Growth in God
Basically charting my growth in God
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