How many times will I wipe my weeping eyes
When the message in the bottle reads lies
Stand down my child
I've just requested a meeting with the king
To inquire the location of my wings
Stand down my things
I'm too caught up in happenstance
To notice seasons changing
I'm trading my suitcase
For a statement
Of redemption
There are times when I hear angels laugh
At the tribulation of the living
And they wonder at the frantic style
Of those who live without forgiving
And the king will call me when he's ready
Though I may not be too willing
It's less about myself
And more about self-giving
We are but leaves, in this autumn breeze
Watch how the fall of changing ages, leaves no one free
Well excuse me, but the king he will call
And we'll be together, when the new spring does dawn
And in the cold dead of winter
You're known for your trigger and your gall
You'll wish the life you've lived had meant something
Cause sooner or later
What matters is the king will call
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