Do we fall or are we found?

We float on tides of grace, unbound,

A fragile thread between the skies.

Do we fall, or are we found?

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The soul’s soft hum, a whispered sound,

A question forms, a breath, it dies.

We float on tides of grace, unbound.

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Through shadowed halls where doubts resound,

We tread the dark with open eyes.

Do we fall, or are we found?

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A quiet hope, so tightly wound,

It breaks apart beneath our whys and cries.

We float on tides of grace, unbound.

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If nothing waits beneath the ground,

Then where do souls like ours arise?

Do we fall, or are we found?

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Between the worlds, the lost are apparently crowned,

In seas of light where love resides.

We float on tides of grace, unbound—

Do we fall, or are we found?