This crest is pretty sketchy In a very etch-a-way I’m blessed by this expressive Blessing that You’ve fetched my way Instead of all I’ve bled Just being left to waste away I’m fed by daily Bread That fills my head and makes me say The weight of all my chains Has faded since You’ve come my way Erased the blatant stains And healed uncomfort-laden pain I’ve played the chasing game For far too long to waste away And so I carry on this song Until You come to say That “I have heard the words when hurt You were so sure to pray And so today I’ve come this way To take your pain away And I can’t blame your human brain For wanting off of earth So now I make your wave a trough Grant opposite of birth”