| I am learning to walk with grace in the dark
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| I am learning to trust and to lead with my heart
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| When the old moon is gone into silence and sighs
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| It’s the one and only time a new moon can rise
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| Sometimes there is no reason, the moon waxes and wanes
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| It was the 100 year flood and you were in the way
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| Some things we find in daylight and we’re grateful to know
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| Some things we only learned where we did not want to go
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| I can’t tell you it will all turn out fine
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| But I know is there’s help in hard times
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| Bruised and bewildered I am looking out the door
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| Unsure of how to do what I’ve never done before
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| But I am not alone, with my questions and my fears
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| When the old moon is done, the new moon appears
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| I’m inspired and troubled by the stories I have heard
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| In the blue light of evening all boundaries get blurred
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| And I believe in something better, and that love’s the final word
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| And that there’s still something whole and sacred in this world
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| I can’t tell you it will all turn out fine
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| But I know is there’s help in hard times
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| Sure it could, it could all be just fine
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| But I know there is help in hard times
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| All I know is there’s help in hard times
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| All I know is there’s help in hard times |