Better lost for words than actions
When profession is only worth its weight in follow through
Best efforts falling short when we are made of fractions
Amnesty, I pray, restoration finds me doing right by you
Turn the tide to new frontiers
We set sail
Recourse the death on my tongue to diminish all my fears
As I drive in the final nail
Into the coffin of all that was for what is yet
Travailing to attain through faith
The ugly of all things former subject to forget
Tell me that it's never too late
Do overs, the disenchanted, remorse and penance to retake
Set the scene as love is a lesson in holding on through heartbreak...
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