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[tear_air]

In this chair I sit alone,
dying in this purple throne
hoping you will look the other way.

Although I want to run and hide
I stand here in this little pride
saying things Í'm commanded to say.

My instincts tell me to only say
things that would drive them away
in hopes to isolate forever this poetic heart of chore.

But I'll rebel against myself
and pour out all my royal wealth
not because of me, but for him of forevermore.

So I'll die in this chair tonight
and be resurrected from the desirous flight
for my obediance to the ever-living LORD