ruth

Wherever is the one who won?
There is no one that is left undone
Is the race that you have run done?

Free me from the meaning of being
from the leaving I'm seeing
Free me from the feeding of bleeding
from the treason of reason

Free me from the season of grieving
from the pretense of pleasing
Free me from the senselessness of reaching
from the densest of these beings

Free me from the squeezing of being freed
from the pressure of these things

Extra tension for those who suppose proof
can show you they know you

Extra mention for those who chose to
go through their go-through



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Patrick Powell
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