Ready for restoration

Counting steady heart beats inside there noisy chest as the steady sun cues the

morning silence , stillness for the masses . Closed eyes stay steady, lose one breath

barrow another . broken symphony played by the lost but the lost are chosen to fight,

there hearts come off the beaten path to find a rhythm to walk by faith not by sight.

Silent motions reach out feared but ask for new beginnings. Passion fall down on us

so we may show them victory. A clash of light that strikes a thought of humility, i see

what is undone, a foundation of sand that has crumbled. A life as a clock tower of 

repetitive moments. Break free from your mountain of chains and stand firm in your

faith. Voices create redemption in there hallow body, there hands of stone release its

past, the lines of this revolution find ground and mark this path, the sounds of

restoration begin.

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