| «Where are we going?» |
| — «Into your imagination.»
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| «Freeze! |
| Don’t move!»
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| Deep in the darkness without form and void
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| The hovering spirit of God
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| Man given life soon only to die
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| Fallen by deception
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| Dwell in the confines of mortality
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| Gripping the hand of despair
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| Children of dust blown by winds of distress
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| Into uncharted future stare
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| Again the night falls to darken our dawn
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| Silence, our lips seek refuge from harm again (from harm)
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| Children of trial, offspring of pain
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| Wounds of existence leave scars that remain (that remain)
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| Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky
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| For those who would choose to receive
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| Chains of oppression, shackles of fear
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| Forever broken for those who draw near
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| From storm to shelter, from darkness to light
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| Wings cast a shadow, a haven from falling night
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| «Where are we going?»
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| (Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky)
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| (Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky)
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| (Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky)
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| (Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky)
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| Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky
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| Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky
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| From the sky, from the sky
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| Scarred hand of healing waiting, waiting from the sky
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| From the sky, from the sky, from the sky
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| Scarred hand of healing waiting, waiting from the sky
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| From the sky |