Changing Stations

You can’t tie her down with diamonds
she’ll just outshine them all
she won’t point a finger when you stumble
or laugh out loud when you fall

In the eyes of the anxious
she can always find the calm
at the table top of deception
she bids a toast of truthful psalm

I’ve been waiting for you
changing stations
Waiting bravely for you
changing stations

She only speaks in the language of promise
and prays for those she has yet to meet
And the thorns, they don’t even bother
while roses bloom paths for her feet

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