Flee
I have no anchor
to keep me on this ground
my feet
barely touch the ground
and my soul is struggling to leave
my God!
I need an anchor!
The stars are beautiful,
But they are so cold,
my soul has no place among them.
I have no anchor
to keep me on this ground
my feet
barely touch the ground
and my soul is struggling to leave
my God!
I need an anchor!
The stars are beautiful,
But they are so cold,
my soul has no place among them.
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