Set Me Free
The end is near
For my life I fear
Mistake me
Graciously
Hold my body in contempt
All of my life I have spent
Wishing on a star
Wondering where you are
The sun of my sky
The moon of my night
We live this revolution in spite
They said we could not make it
But in the end we will
Hold me now
Don’t forsake me
Hold me true and still
Our love is not measured
In time or space
Or sweet state of grace
Rather left all alone and cold
Waiting for it all to unfold
The righteous will be set free
Oh let it be me
For my life I fear
Mistake me
Graciously
Hold my body in contempt
All of my life I have spent
Wishing on a star
Wondering where you are
The sun of my sky
The moon of my night
We live this revolution in spite
They said we could not make it
But in the end we will
Hold me now
Don’t forsake me
Hold me true and still
Our love is not measured
In time or space
Or sweet state of grace
Rather left all alone and cold
Waiting for it all to unfold
The righteous will be set free
Oh let it be me
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