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We were all just little children, crying out that we'd been scarredignoring Your back, bruised and broken, You'd been hit but not as hard as usit was not enough for usWe would trip in the same places, but You'd get up to give us hugs andtie back up our old shoe laces, with holy hands that were filled with Loveand we would yell "G-d curse the beggar!" while we were begging for Your graceall our actions screamed out "death!" when You already took our placeOur placeI'm scared to let You see me for who I am right nowWe were slowly drowning in a sea of grace while we shouted"We won't go to Ninevah even if that whale takes us down!"Down and down into the dark where we fell asleep in the graveyardthe world said "G-d must be coming back if the church looks like that"It looks that badI couldn't save myself when You saved the world from dyingI'm so tired of living like thisaren't you tired of living like this?G-d's tired of us living like thisI am done living like this From Letras Mania