Still in his hands,
Still i ask why I fear,
Though my heart knows
My being denies it.
Still in his hands I hope,
For now I tremble at my sight
Thought my heart knows,
Or am I being denied?
Doors bolted, weapons drawn
Still I fear, still I hide
In who's hands do I lie?
In who's hands? Mine!
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