We reach out to one another,
Grasping at all the wrong hands
What lonely creatures god has made
In a lonely, godless world
Oh wind, take me away from this place
Bring me sweetly to death
My one and only friend
And sing to me softly, gently,
So that I may sleep once again
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:13 AM UTC
We reach out to one another,
Grasping at all the wrong hands
What lonely creatures god has made
In a lonely, godless world
Oh wind, take me away from this place
Bring me sweetly to death
My one and only friend
And sing to me softly, gently,
So that I may sleep once again
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