From the end of the earth unto You i call,
time and again i fall, back to You i crawl
You have been a refuge for me,
a tower of strength in the face of the enemy

Matisyahu - Refuge
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Places that we know we’ll never be
Won’t stop us from our trying hard to see
Through icy pastures laid in beds of mist
And strange marks left upon our wrists

Lydia Ainsworth - Psi