Scouring The Wreckage Lyrics

uncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus
like a bone saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges
and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends our childish concepts of control and becomes something that simply is
we can only accept it and return to the fray like the soldier
whose sweetheart stopped writing.

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