trust is hearing
no more listening to tales of woe
hope is reaching
past the mire to the hand of old
faith is walking
into the unseen
into the darkness
as if it were light
i see you walking where i could not go
i see you speaking words i dare not say
i see you living the life i want to live
no more listening to tales of woe
hope is reaching
past the mire to the hand of old
faith is walking
into the unseen
into the darkness
as if it were light
i see you walking where i could not go
i see you speaking words i dare not say
i see you living the life i want to live
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