Salvation
Sound of Sanctuary
What does it mean to love, and to be loved?
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"Salvation" written by Clarisa Rebecca Winata, read by Karen Olivia.
Read the full version here:
Your affectionate hands caressed the heads of your beloveds
The soft comforting whispers from your mouth calmed
All the toil and turmoil which raged inside our hearts
Or at least that's what I thought it was
For it was my own hand which caressed my head
And it was my own voice which calmed the toil and turmoil
Those around me seem to feel your everlasting love
Firmly believing it was you, you, and only you
They keep telling me your love is universal and unconditional
But it seems as if your love only penetrates the hearts of a few
That particular notion refuses to leave my mind
In the midst of voices talking about your universal love
There are faint yet firm whispers being drowned in the noise
Whispers of the forgotten truth, maybe your love is not so universal at all
If it were true, then I had been deceiving myself like a fool
My hand, was it yours? It was mine all along
My voice, was it yours? It was mine all along
Your love has never penetrated my heart
Whether it's because I'm not worthy to be loved
Or because I haven't softened my heart enough for your love to get through
I don't care, I am done
Your love is not for me
There's no more reason for me to stay
