This is the year moving the distance
Each prayer after the morn coming
And closer a perfect timing still
Start beating the lone whisper howl
Sadly determined to believing
That scars even I thought would make
Me sure of myself and past mistakes
This is the year moving the distance
No different from any man’s opening
The grain around me for food
With lasting bright promises
Laying side that hopeless deceit
This is the year of chosen
I’ll try the more to tread
Decide to grow greater into
Oh giver of streams espouse
Yea Lord I saw you whence it came
Beyond the sea's head
I’m hungry from the depths below
For a year of musical consonance
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