Gentle wind drifting o'er the moonlit sky
Beneath the glistening river of sparkling stars
I Sense thy doubt and fear in the eye
It is the scattered pain of the woeful heart
Jagged scars cover the soul that was torn apart.
Are you up there ,God ?
Gentle wind drifting o'er the moonlit sky
Beneath the glistening river of sparkling stars
I Sense thy doubt and fear in the eye
It is the scattered pain of the woeful heart
Jagged scars cover the soul that was torn apart.
Are you up there ,God ?