He’ll find himself
With someone who’s okay with him not knowing himself
And not knowing those around him
He’ll find himself
Either with or without happiness, companionship
In proportion to his grace
He’ll find himself there, you don’t need to hold his hand
He’ll find himself there, you don’t need to take him there
He’ll find himself there, you don’t need to hold his hand
He’ll find himself there, you don’t need to take him there
Go on without him
Go on with just your own resolve
Go on with all your flaming arrows
Now your quiver’s full
Go on and touch it
Touch that golden floating chalice
Pull it down and make it servant to your lips
It’s gonna make you full
It’s gonna make you fly
It’s gonna make you want to pull down angels’ wings
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