strange
there’s my flesh
walking before my eyes
wandering round
my blood
my heart
my eyes
my love
standing right there
all my pride
wrapped in rhythm
lyrical voice
lyrical voice
singing a different song
harmony & discord
moving slowly away
to write his own symphony
carrying Father’s fire
to feed his own
to carry his own
cross and yoke
strange
wonderful
and
strange
Harnessing Chaos 
Wow…powerful.
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