Throw open the floodgates,
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we want to feel Your love!
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But haven't I been waiting?
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Haven't I been getting up from falling dreams
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and slipping on the frozen streams I build my towers on?
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Haven't I been praying for these moments
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where You pick me up and throw me down again?
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Touch the coal to my lips
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before the curses fall.
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Haven't I been waiting for the hour when the seasons change for good?
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Haven't I been getting up with bullet wounds and broken limbs and sores?
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Haven't I been praying for the strength to make a sound?
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Throw open the floodgates,
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we want to feel Your love!
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We will meet You with hands holding palms
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and we won't stop marching
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till our hearts kiss the hilt of Your sword...
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We Have No White Flags
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| After The Sirens |
