I am reaching with unclean hands
And I can't seem to catch the light
It slips through my fingers and is
Drown by the infinite night
Impure untouched unclean
Here I am on my nees
Begging you to notice me
I'm crying out, God! Please!
Lord send your rain
Let it wash over me
Hear my solemn cry
Set my spirit free!
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