Oh the ropes and heavy net
The push, the cold, the yearning
Oh you reach, you reach above
You see; pulling, calling, I'm holding
I'm holding
And while I catch my first breath
Will you hold me now
As truth settles in
Against bricks thought I was safest
A slow build up one by one
But walls to your tender touch
They fall; I crumble bring me
Outta ashes and dust
Oh, its far too thin
Lies fall; to and from within
A sweet collide of conditions
Oh its far too thin
But now truth; since I live
A sweet collide of conditions

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