Sometimes her mother will work with her
But There's nothing wrong with her
There's nothing wrong with her
There's nothing wrong
So such is life that it writes itself
Trying to right itself
But There's nothing wrong with it
There's nothing wrong
And every single day without much to say
These apparitions raise a toast to their kind
The people who are these things
Are not afraid with you
And caring must go with the wisdom
Of their selections
Never can touch their sign language
So is the cost of sound barriers
Even as though she's still searching
For a cloud with a silver lining
We pray for her
She's burning slow
Out on a mission's light
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This is a shallow hole but faith makes it safe
Hiding inside a grave with no sound
No witness to see
With or without you
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However will you learn their sign language
However will you try to hide
Within their eyes?
Within them in life?