Heard the summer out calling
Singing, “Winter, come in”
While my eyes keep on falling
Asleep at the wheel
And I’m sick of rejection
So tired of projections
That keep falling short
Leaving my imperfections
And my legs have grown tired
Of walking on a wire
So I reach out to You
A sinking man with the blues
Cause I’ve fallen in too deep
Need Your oceans of mercy
Cause You promised not to leave”

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