ʅetters ʘf ɑ ωeary ȿoul (chorus)

ʅetters ʘf ɑ ωeary ȿoul 

Crying, dying
Bleeding, my soul's pleading
God, won't You just take me home?
Broken, unspoken
Wretched, all that's left is me crying
Won't You just take me home?

Note: this is the chorus of a song that has yet to be completed. 

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