Decaying away from the persistent persuasion of your past existence
a fractured heart desperately heals from the weight of broken promises;
A Holy night will descend upon you as you move towards grace
Forever are you stumbling down hallways of truth, passing over the wicked players of discord in your relentless pursuit of clarity
It is there you find beaten, broken hearts akin to what you have known and seen
The last memories mold together the yesterdays that turned on you
Clasping hands you'll charge the rocky grade and mend within the Holy night
resting your head on a pillow of hope
~HTK 1999
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