if there was
witness all but losing grace
if there was, this could not be
but where to seek and what to see
testing waters, always clear
never sensing, never near
persuaded strangers do the round
standing on unsteady ground
their eyes see through to know their fate
it’s not too heavy, not too late
if there was, this could not be
no-one asking to be free
the time, the living would not pass
releasing power, losing mass
still, seek then God, the slightest trace
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