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| Standing in the halls of industry Waiting for the call of society Mistaken for that gall solemnity You stand ignored Swimming in the sea of unnamed face The undertow intent to lose your place And all you’re seeking is The chance to shine in darkened skies You’ve got the Truth but they don’t want it You’re in The Way and they don’t like it Its not you’re Life so you can’t flaunt it They’ve got to know, they’ve got to know Groomed to defection is how you seem A Trojan equine to their perfect dream The fallen ones who plot and scheme To bring you down They’ve searched your closets, alas in vain The skeletons inside are nice and clean Those bats are blind to see Your strength is not within, it’s found on high Here to speak for Him Standing to walk for Him Open to life in Him I will go |
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