In the middle of nowhere
When darkness was at it's thickest
When life was of no essence
When all i saw was emptiness
You took me by the hands
In the absence of all hopes
When pains persisted
When faith departed
When all i heard were echoes of defeat
You bore me in your arms
In the moment of my trials
When life appears slipping by
While at my lowest
And those arround were true foes
You held me beneath your wings
Now; while grace abound
And the golden cloud line the skies
Now; that i have met with fame
And life finally regained her essence
I know you were the wind beneath my wings!
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