Sing, Be, Live, See...
This dark stormy hour,
The wind, it stirs.
The scorched earth
cries out in vain:
O war and power,
You blind and bur.
The torn heart
cries out in pain.
But music and singing
have been my refuge,
And music and singing
shall be my light.
An light of song
Shining strong: Alleluia!
Through darkness, pain and strife, I'll
Sing, Be, Live, See...
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