The wind was gazing through the window
Curtains dancing in the night
Blowing away my biggest sorrows
Waking a feeling deep inside
Never had I felt more alive
Then right there on my well aged bed
Not even thinking about the things
The things that I had never had
‘Cause while outside the wind was storming
Inside it brought me genuine grace
Stayed in this dark room way too long
Until the fresh breeze touched my face
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
The wind was gazing through the window
Curtains dancing in the night
Blowing away my biggest sorrows
Waking a feeling deep inside
Never had I felt more alive
Then right there on my well aged bed
Not even thinking about the things
The things that I had never had
‘Cause while outside the wind was storming
Inside it brought me genuine grace
Stayed in this dark room way too long
Until the fresh breeze touched my face
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