The path to healing forks too many times
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The road to contentment is hard to align
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Out of the anguish - the quiet voice is mesmerizing
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Great God Jehovah sympathizing
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Manifold is misery - symbiotic history of trials
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Soon a yard turns into miles - a day becomes a year
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No path set before me presents itself as clear - confusion without peer
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The cudgel of forlorn dreams - hits me square and final
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Restoring the locust years
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What you cannot do for yourself
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There is One who is able
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To restore the years the locust ate
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When sorrow has it's grip on you
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Giving you no reason to submit to any other
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Manifold is misery - symbiotic history of trials
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Soon a yard turns into miles - a day becomes a year
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No path set before me presents itself as clear - confusion without peer
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The cudgel of forlorn dreams - hits me square and final
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Restoring the locust years
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Restoring The Locust Years
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