This moisture slides from my eyesIt glistens, it glistensThere's nowhere left to go nowIf you teach me, I'll listenA favorite time for mistakesIn salt lakes, we all shakeConsider me your apprenticeRepentant, yet hesitantPlease show me a sign[Chorus:]Come inside, kneelRemember who built your homeI built you flesh and boneThis image comes from somewhereWho is it? Spiritual visitCoincidence is one
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