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January 10 2006


somewhere
between the lost and the found
we're all hanging empty, empty and upside down
but I'm hanging on
though the fall may tempt me
and I believe in the dawn
though I tremble in the night
somewhere
amidst these ins and these outs
there's a fine line of purpose I follow even now
through the haze of despair
that confuses and hurts us
I look to see that You're there
and I run toward Your light
somewhere, beyond these reasons and feelings
somewhere, beyond the passion and fatigue
I know that You're there
and that Your Spirit is leading me
somewhere...