Will this be the year?

Standing at another threshold,

Empty eyes and a battered soul.

Will this be the year,

I see you again?

Kneeling before another shrine,

Lonely heart and trembling words.

Will this be the year,

I hear you again?

Fallen before another source,

Parched lips and confounded dreams.

Will this be the year,

You lift me up again?

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