In a graveyard of discarded trains and railspikes,
I chased your ghost till daylight came my dear.
Like a butterfly just out of reach you eluded me, and with slurred speech
you cursed my birth and my every living year.

I’ve grown so tired of chasing you.
I’ve grown so weary.
Thank God I’ve found you.

My God is your God,
your home is my home,
and your want is my pleasure.


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