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 You know I'd save you,
that I would take you away from there.
But my powers is weak,
my strength lying shattered on the ground.
Still no matter what,
I want to push through to you,
want to reach out to you.
So I'm torn right here,
between clasping my hands and pray,
and reach into the endless dark.
But in the end,
I choose to reach for you,
hoping that God hears me anyway.
You are my friend.
You are worth everything,
even to lose God's blessing.