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Seeking forgiveness 

We follow the riddles

To find an answer 

Somewhere in the middle 
And the crippling condition 

Of being unable to listen 

When we close our hearts 

Tearing all thoughts apart 
Cries for redemption 

Color each word 

Marching ahead 

Still full of dread 
Yet through life’s course 

Is revealed the source 

All of time flows

Wherever the soul goes 
Within our grasp 

Is our fated task 

With an open mind 

A new destination we will find