24 8 / 2012

These are your instructions and you become reclusive
And old friends say they miss you and sleep becomes elusive
Fill up every journal, empty every shoe box
Burn the lists and letters, sweep out all the old thoughts
Shake off all the covers, roll every window open
Stand here in your bare feet welcoming the morning
These are your instructions when grace has left you stranded,
But you are lost and wounded, bleeding and abandoned.

(Source: Spotify)

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