sábado, 15 de enero de 2011


Many nights I've prayed with no proof anyone could hear. In my heart a hopeful song I barely understood. Now I'm not afraid, although I know there's much to fear.
I was moving mountains long before I knew I could. In this time of fear when prayers so often prove in vain, hope seems like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away.
Yet now I'm standing here, my heart's so full I can't explain, seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I'd say.


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