And with my hands combined in praying position, I…
Move into a more spiritual reality
Eyes closed but open minded, my
Decaying condition
Is no longer a met-a-physical fatality
The blood in my veins has quickened me
And I can feel it further than just in my bones
The perpetual chains that stricken me
I see broken and this soul I call my own
On faith is relaying admission, that
No stronger bond exists than that conceived…
…On the wings of a hope & a prayer
To Him on which we base all we’ve believed
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