[Verse 1] Salt stings your tears, each glistening bead of sadness. Your breathing finds its natural rhythm, as if found beneath the grief, a pulse untouched by innocence. [Verse 2] I mistook your quiet for apathy, yet innocence remained— a fragile flame beneath the weight of sadness, a sporadic, sparkling smile of something you had found. [Verse 3] Lost friends, lost years, yet somehow you found a grace that gathered up your scattered innocence, and gently lifted you beyond your darker sadness. [Outro] Perhaps God found innocence within your sadness.
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