we’ll find faith in the most magical of places
and find home in the smallest of rooms
we’ll find life in the most barrenness of faces
and touch Christ in impending doom
and we’re singing
and here’s from the harsh dream
allow me closer
signs from the palms read
we’re so much colder
ships sail out past the Persian coast
to the edge of the world
and I have doubt
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