Gentle wind drifting o'er the moonlit sky
Beneath the glistening river of sparkling stars
I Sense? thy doubt and fear in the eye
It is the scattered pain of the woeful heart
Jagged scars cover the soul that was torn apart.
Are you up there ,God? ?
Gentle wind drifting o'er the moonlit sky
Beneath the glistening river of sparkling stars
I Sense? thy doubt and fear in the eye
It is the scattered pain of the woeful heart
Jagged scars cover the soul that was torn apart.
Are you up there ,God? ?