True to Ourselves

There's a swirl of blackness in the sky
But I'll stay and wait for the rain
Nothing like a cleansing tear from God
when everything has gone to pieces

There's always sunlight ready to break through
Even in our wretched skin we are born as new
There's always sunlight waiting to break through
Even so we are expecting that this time we'll be true
True to ourselves

I'll catch the next train out of here
Rails line the sky and I'm fine
Fine enough to sieze the day
Even if it gets away from me

The End

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