| I heard that there are seasons
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| To laugh and to cry
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| I struggle with the season
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| When You lived and You died
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| It’s hard to play this game
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| Because the rules, they don’t seem fair
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| If You care, God if You’re still there
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| Bombs falling in Syria
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| A child dying of AIDS
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| Fighting 'round the world
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| A daddy lost his girl
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| Still we kneeled and prayed
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| But Heaven can feel silent
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| And the floor beneath gets cold
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| When your soul refuses to let go
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| But wait, tell me am I too late?
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| What happens when the healing never comes?
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| Do we stand and curse the heavens
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| Or lift our hands and feel the sun
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| The mystery’s not clear
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| Just once, Your voice I’d love to hear
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| What happens when the healing never comes?
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| I know we love the seasons
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| Like summer and the spring
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| But I’ve been stuck in winter
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| Since the fall of misery
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| One day I’m full of anger
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| And the next I’m full of fear
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| Every year, is a new supply of tears
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| But wait, tell me am I too late?
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| Is there a chance for me to believe
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| We will dance together soon
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| If there’s a billion galaxies
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| I’ll count each one 'til I’m with You
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| They say where You are is better
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| But I want You here with me
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| Oh, this is for a purpose
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| But hurt won’t let me see
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| So now I must be silent
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| Your voice is in the wind
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| The hands that made the heavens
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| Will heal the storm within
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| I have so many questions
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| I don’t know where to begin
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| Since You were there at the beginning
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| You already know the end
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| Ooh, what happens when the healing never comes
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| Do we stand and curse the heavens
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| Or lift our hands and feel the sun
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| The mystery’s not clear
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| Just once, Your voice I’d love to hear
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| What happens when the healing
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| What happens when the healing
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| What happens when the healing never comes |