Where is your god?
Of new or of old
Is it hither... now or then
You already know you know
They said it was here
But does not seem to show
I feel... I think... I know
This story has more to go
They must be here
They must be grand
The truth is they're fleeting
Like your footsteps in the sand
It's not a smell
It's not a sight
It's the memory of your death
And you rebirth in light
You don't walk alone
You are carried aloft
You are nestled in arms
Both loving and soft
You can never fall
As your wings are strong
Neither fall in your flight
Nor In the power of your song
You don't need rest
You don't need a path...
You are the hound of hell...
Heaven bound.
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