What can I say! What can I do!
How can I deserve to stand before you!
I am like my raiment, divided in two:
One that I know, the other knows You.
But I don't know the other.
All of the dirt that covers my heart
Is on my skin now, I'm falling apart,
I smell of the foulness I've wrought with my hand,
I'm broken so fine, I'm one with the sand.
But I long to find the other me,
I'm blind although I can see,
And the words that I write that I may be free
Make me slave to my each fantasy.
Take me now and let me be free.
Help me now that I may find me.
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