A dying world, is crying for redemeption.
A tired world, is running for protection from itself.
A losing world, is scrounging up ways to survive in ruins.
A lying world, making up reasons to live without you.
While You say "
Closer to Me is where you really should be." You say "
Closer to Me is where you were made to be." My shaken world, buckles 'neath the pressure.
My shapeless world, a soul without a center.
My drowning world, nothing but seas without shores, around me.
A crumbling world, is falling in pieces from me without You.
But You say, "
Closer to Me is where you really should be." You say "
Closer to Me is the way you are meant to be." You say "
Closer to Me is where you really should be." You say "
Closer to Me is where you were made to be." End
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