Wound like a clock
Crossing against the light
Loud as the sun
Churches burst into flames
Eye witness to God
Scratched in the dust line by line
Pass by the mirage
Imitation of life written in the sky
The dreams come and go
It's a tightrope walk
White crosses by the side of the road
A certain kind of luck
A silenced life
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