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InnerSpace

Where your father waits in a distant place
Upon a rocky cliff I pace
By thought I’m had
By touch I’m glad
I see into the inner space
Of soul
Of Soul
I bask in a soup of human traits
Make no mistakes
Your mother waits
And watches over frigid lakes
Her soul
Our soul
We’re glorified
And petrified by starry skies
And moonlit tides
We are just dust
on a jeweled prize
We seek the prize
We need the prize
To vitalize our pointless lives

And here I am
In a distant land
Where brother’s blood
Can’t soak my hand
Building castles
Thick with sand
The searing thing
It burns a brand
And how it stings!

You silly man
With feathered face
Your soul is masked
What a disgrace
I cannot stand
To be erased
My soul will last
In inner space



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