He hears the sound of her voice,
He wets the ground on that note
For what He hears conflicts in His soul.
He hears the sound of her voice,
He stands now, to there he'd go
For what He hears fights His mode.
He sees the state of her state
He again wets the ground to a lake
For it fights His state
It conflicts with His name
Her whole world is in shambles.
He takes her at the hand...
He is kind, He means her well and,
He leads her out to a light-full land.
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