From the cliff Where I stand I see waves crash upon the shore Claps of thunder tear across the air A gentle calm washes o'er the expanse
The wind carries whispers of resolve Through the undecadent canyons and valleys below, And o’er the trees
Whispers of hope and solace unto my ears Rain begins to blot the ground like ink to a page
Oh, sweet resolve Her gentle lips mouth the words “Carry forward” But the only sound I hear is the roar of the ocean From her chest a light A radiant beacon of hope Thunder continues to drum against the sky Rain has soaked the soil
My eyes open to see that dark silver clouds Have broken way to a luminous sky The smell of petrichor hangs in the air The cool wind carries over the mountain pass Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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