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I feel it coming on the breeze… A wealth of shivers Renews my identity Harsh like a torrent Licking my misery Call it a balm I call it “anemology” Uncovering the ignorance in me What can renovate the heartless Still morgue strung with darkness? None but breeze None but Serenity Sway the trees And uncover the forest of me Turbines on the hill Bend me to Your will Childlike branches Snap like evergreens They bumble and burn To tumble and turn Call it a mystery I call it “delivery” Uncovering Wasteland me My arms are pumice My feet are clay I fall from malice A thousand times a day None but breeze Can refresh my fidelity None but breeze Brings me to my knees Call it the calm I call it “Sovereignty” Uncovering the darkness in me I feel it coming on the breeze The freedom of recovery
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
None But Breeze (Freedom of Recovery)
I feel it coming on the breeze… A wealth of shivers Renews my identity Harsh like a torrent Licking my misery Call it a balm I call it “anemology” Uncovering the ignorance in me What can renovate the heartless Still morgue strung with darkness? None but breeze None but Serenity Sway the trees And uncover the forest of me Turbines on the hill Bend me to Your will Childlike branches Snap like evergreens They bumble and burn To tumble and turn Call it a mystery I call it “delivery” Uncovering Wasteland me My arms are pumice My feet are clay I fall from malice A thousand times a day None but breeze Can refresh my fidelity None but breeze Brings me to my knees Call it the calm I call it “Sovereignty” Uncovering the darkness in me I feel it coming on the breeze The freedom of recovery
Will be included on my upcoming acoustic worship demo EP "Prelude to Renovation"
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reformedandrecovered
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
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