BETH
transition plucks away my eyes,
willing not to shed disguise.
beyond the blue, beyond the green,
further than I've ever been,
naught is there that I can see,
time, oh time, please carry me.
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have I not the time to cry?
I ask the Lord: 'why, oh why?'
or have the tears been shed in vain?
upon the cheeks to leave their stain?
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where, in all the wonderment,
have all the cherished words been sent?
!
beyond the blue, beyond the green,
further than I've ever been,
naught is there that I can see,
time oh time please comfort me.
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sounding to the depths within,
deep inside where it is dim,
I cry the whispers from my chest,
transition sheds its ugly dress.
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up into the time without
quiet now no need to shout,
bare with Him a sudden chill,
inner keys should play at will.
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melt into the eye within,
shanti, shanti, shanti, Amen
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