But for the grace of God, I cried myself to sleep
Because the grace of God is something I can't keep.
Oh, it won't be long
Before their hold is broken
No, it won't be long
Until we find our home.
Forget where to begin
Mother, I have not sinned
I have not sinned
When summer comes
Light my life
Snow will melt away
The hope and the spirit
I'd rather not feel it
The hope and the spirit
I'd rather not fear it
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Where Is Summer?
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