Billowing danger like an ideology
Crust of bread for the wilted masses
You come to me with hope
I rest in your eternal soul
Some give up on the lonely caravan
Strength is a mystery of faith
Shall we break bread?
Strangers with stars of life
Little by little I heal
Death is only a valley
Hear the sun tell of love
Music from those that crossed
Amazing Grace
Thank you for the oasis
Eyes are wells in the desert
Smiles are legends of Eden
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