Tytuł: The soul of slavery

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Well, the first thing I noticed yesterday was
   the bronze glow of dirt on her jeans
   then the reckless curl of blackened hair
   and what I ten to think that means
   The way her shirt danced above
   the surface of her waist
   The way it brushed across her hips
   whichever way she faced
  
   CHORUS:
   And though my eyes were testing death again
   my mind is done deciding
   I'll avert them now to save myself
   from a darkening abiding
   I'm trying to know respect and trust
   I've learned to hate the aimless thrust
   Cause it's a sacred act in sacrifice
   And it's paid for with a heavy price
   And I know what flesh can be
   The soul of slavery
  
   I'm tired of pretending I've got it all understood
   That doesn't do me any good
   You're among the foremost of the bad ones
   I have heard it said
   Leave yourself at the doorstep
   Trust in the One who is not dead
  
   The first thing I noticed then today was
   the tired look in her eyes
   Then the way her shoulders bent beneath
   the world and all its lies
   This time I was feeling for
   the things that haunted her
   This time I was hoping that
   she did not concur with them