There it was just lying there
Purpose holding tight to hope
Clinging so hard to the dwindling
Dominance of a careless faith
That the ground began to rise
As if dark itself was being born
There it was just lying there
Purpose holding tight to hope
Clinging so hard to the dwindling
Dominance of a careless faith
That the ground began to rise
As if dark itself was being born
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