Lyrics A Poet's Burial - Saving Grace
To
write
another
song
of
heartbreak.
To
lose
the
will
to
live
again.
To
write
another
song
of
hatred.
To
feel
the
urge
to
kill
again.
The
same
old
tired
numbness.
Nothing
different
but
the
pen.
I'm
bleeding
nonetheless.
I
don't
think
I'll
try
again.
Instead
I'll
draw
close
to
Christ
and
prove
myself
to
Him.
I
find
me
all
by
myself
again
and
see
that
I
am
free
from
within.
The
urge
to
seek
the
comfort
of
another
angel's
arms
has
died
with
everything
else...
I'm
dead
to
you...
Solitude
is
safety
in
my
own
arms.
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