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To
the Bone
You leave
the place thats safe and warm
And go to face the midnight storm.
When you put on the uniform
Of one who walks alone,
You be prepared to wear,
Wear it to the bone,
To the bone
From soft
delights that aim to please,
Through darker lights that steal your ease,
Beneath the fruit of knowledge trees,
You walk on ways of stone
And feel the spirit freeze,
Freezing to the bone,
To the bone
The
phantoms kiss and disappear.
The devil whispers in your ear,
But someone else is always near.
One day you will be shown,
For theres a light that shines,
Shining to the bone,
To the bone
Although
you go with no-one there
And bear a blow too harsh to bear,
The time will come to share your care
And know as you are known,
For theres an eye that sees,
Sees us to the bone,
To the bone
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John Gibbens & Armorel Weston 2003
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