Still
by Roadside Monument
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quiet, still
alone in my room
shudder at what I'm capable of
yet, I enter your chamber clean
who am I that you take interest in me?
the hour is late
stop and realize
I'm in the presence of a King
all I see are my rags,
and the hole's worn in my soul
yet it was set free
warmed in a blanket of love
