It’s what makes a heart to steal away
Deep into the darknesses you find
There beneath the layers where they play,
Demons find a way to trick your mind.
Don’t give up on what you feel inside
Beating ‘gainst a chest that has no worth
If the sound of every beat has died,
Time to give another beat its birth.
All that matters is what you think of
Him who thinks of you just all the time,
Even when you think you’ve had enough
Of that thought you ever thought a crime.
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