Holding fast to the littlest shred
Of the cloth that wove itself
From the matters of my past
Holding fast to weather the storming
That came up this cloudy morning
And battered down to the last
You can have my body
You can have my soul
You can have my freedom
You can have it all
So I'm holding fast to the last bit of pain
Before the desert comes to swallow the rain
Before this feeling fades back into same
Before I'm thrown into a bright, speeding train
And made to ride on to the end of my days.
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