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Sacred Haven

Once I fell in the pitch black dark.

No surrender, no hope would last.

Then I came to see your scars,

they healed my faith,

and all my thoughts.

I wish that you could see me now,

walking down this very path.

I think you would be proud of me.

Being lost sat me free.

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