Encounter The Lost
The No Trespassing sign is long gone,... that forlorn looking face is drawn, time to move on, sorrows fade, the shadow is broken forever....now as I come to my senses, I know I mended the broken fences, you'll gain a new place, a rousing grace to be fulfilled, finely woven,..honestly spoken.
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