With my choices made
All the pieces stay behind
In this weighing place
And the cracks are cold lie
From the highest high
Falls another brother
You stay in this weighing place
With the rest of the dirt
I have done
All I can to keep you alive
From a different place
In a glare of a bright light
In loving arms built on faith
We are tangible
And accepting of our place
All the pieces you said good hand
Stored inside of life
I am here, your side
You have learned a piece of mine
Inside a prying light
I am here, your side

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