TIRED OF THE STORM.
TIRED OF FIGHTING.
JUST WANT TO FIND SOME PLACE WARM.
A PLACE WHERE I DON'T FEEL FRUSTRATED
OR BLUE,
WHERE I'M NOT IN PAIN
OR FEELING THE SCARS FROM YESTERDAY.
I WANT TO WIPE THE SCREEN
CLEAN.
WASH ME IN YOUR BLOOD, LORD,
MAKE ME WHITE AS SNOW.
CLEANSE AWAY MY SINS,
MAKE ME WHOLE AGAIN.
PUT TOGETHER THE SHATTERED PIECES
OF MY SOUL.
ERASE THE DAMAGE
SO I CAN COME TO YOU,
MY ONE AND ONLY LORD,
MY SAVOR,
MY CREATOR.
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