Everred May It Be A Light To You In Dark Places When All Other Lights Go Out
My mind is an abyss
(I need your hands laid on my soul)
The way I've been has made the lights dim
(To Treat these wounds)
My God, I need your hand laid on
(Make them close)
My soul
(I need your hands laid on my soul)
To Treat these wounds
Make them close
(To Treat these wounds)
Turn on the lights
(Make them close)
For I can't fight these shadows on my own