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In Irons again my boat is bound
To wait out the longing days
Not seen by shore or ships at sea
On hard wood my head lays down
With each day that passes by
My haul grows weak with tears
To be seen again and walk the shore,
To live without this fear
But many man far better than I
Have weathered far worse than me
The fog will lift as lift it must
To reveal the open sea
Once again as before my sails I'll set
To home my ship will bound
Maybe this time I'll reach the shore
To walk The Sacred Ground
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