Cling unto the chain of tears
Let each drip lift your heart
Every pitch of pain –
Wings of restoration are.
Let the song ring: In darkness,
Clear sight nowhere
But assurance: The flood –
Of light is matching to trump.
In the fall of things
Center to hold nowhere
Cling unto hope: Soon
The insoluble‘ll resign –
Obeying the command: Restoration.
Cling unto the chain of tears
Let each drip lift your heart
Every pitch of pain –
Wings of restoration are.
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