in our darkest hour
if we need saintly power
Break me.
where I'm brittle and I'm shy
with the sirens wailing by
Break me.
I don't have the discipline to tame
my self for your dear name
Break me.
a wretched, miserable, willing heart
may be all you have right at the start
Break me.
the start means nothing if the Ends
are saved by He who condescends
Break me.
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