Before I am sealed by the light,
Take my hand,
And sing your prayers with me.
Before you at this moment,
Stands a tired and broken man.
And just like glass,
My heart breaks the same.
Like the winds of winter,
I am the coldest,
When I’m at my lowest.
Return me to the earth,
As I ascend to heaven,
Free and unshackled.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
Before I am sealed by the light,
Take my hand,
And sing your prayers with me.
Before you at this moment,
Stands a tired and broken man.
And just like glass,
My heart breaks the same.
Like the winds of winter,
I am the coldest,
When I’m at my lowest.
Return me to the earth,
As I ascend to heaven,
Free and unshackled.
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