I see that land, On the far side of the river J.
It's wild and terrible.
But it's with You.
Here in my chains I'm happy and fed.
Here in captivity I know what beating is next.
Here in my head, I'm right about me.
Over there is where I should be.
But here I stand.
Even if you part the sea, I need to trust and walk.
I thrust my balled fist into the air.
Pry it out of my cold dead hand if you must.
And you must, because I cannot let go.
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