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No Shelter, A Stranger

This world seems frail thin
your hand would vanish
if you touch the sky.
So every day pass by
like white clouds unseen
a world that condemns my sins.

Marooned a place that provides no shelter
Seeking Aletheia does this wayfaring stranger.

There’s something in between dusk and dawn
White clouds lead me ashore
to a land that gives me shelter
and where Aletheia knows no strangers

But with the dawn everything fades
Waking up into a world that condemns my sins
The white clouds stay unseen in this sky
And again this world seems frail thin

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