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A place to hide from ones own thoughts

Where spirit does not guide

A silent desert, bright and plain

Where souls need not restrain

I don't have to die to go to heaven

No hollow bones that turn to dust

It takes a sacred heart to care for me

To heal my wounds with tender touch

An echo in another's mind

And death will hearken to the stave

The sinner with the unpaid bill

Will pay you in the grave

I don't have to die to go to heaven

No hollow bones that turn to dust

It takes a sacred heart to care for me

To heal my wounds with tender touch