By Nate Carman
And I fell to the ground
All things new to have found
Breathe in the dust and the dirt
The unknown people I have hurt
This point forward to have in view
Regrets, they no longer will undo
Lifting off the dirty floor
Soon your face to adore
Desire to be at your side
In your presence to abide
Seeing those who were like me
Save for grace bestowed by thee
A choice made to follow, floundering
Makes the end truly the founding
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