Surely I cannot look back, for I have see the light.The ball is in my court, for grace has found me here.I know no fear, instead I know where I stand now.In the midst of a dying man, this is me, acknowledging time fleeting.I can attest to the feeling of desperation.I've been there before, we know what you're feeling inside.No good will to speak of, and no means to an end I don't understand. I want a saviour and not fruitless hope.The longing for direction has taken me this far.Cut from a population raised wishing on the stars.Ye' be moved.Father, bring what may, for I know it will feel so good. I can attest to the feeling of desperation.I've been there before, we know what you're feeling inside.No good will to speak of, and no means to an end I don't understand.I want a saviour and not fruitless hope.Surely I cannot look back.

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