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Remembering the soft inside the soft
the garden in the garden
the talk inside the talk
and I swore I would never go inside
too humble for the city life
too jaded for the ride

and like the priest and the choir boy
the precious and the rare
like the brittle of old photographs
they crumble when they tear

Sweet smell of twilight in the tropical
no safety net while walking
on a wire in a cloud
my heart?s desire all sackcloth in its silken-ness
the angels wept at what I took and what I left

and if I had it to do over
Would I choose the same again?
or would I walk that extra mile
if it would lead me back to Him

and like the priest and the choir boy
the precious and the rare
like the brittle of old photographs
they crumble when they tear

make no mistake make no exception to the rule
apply the pressure extract the jewel
give me the eyes of a wise old child
and a telescope that sees through kings and fools

and if I had it to do over
Would I choose the same again?
or would I walk the talk away
leave a beggar for my sin

and like the priest and the choir boy
the precious and the rare
like the brittle of old photographs
they crumble when they tear