It’s empty in the valley of the skies
The sun it raises into blanket a grey
There’s no shine and there’s no warmth
You footprints freeze behind as you walk
Your heartbeat has left you with no love to give
You feel tied to a post by all your fears
Stranded with all you faults and tears, and
You live in the shame of all your defeats
It’s empty in the valley of skies
Surrounded by all you faults and mistakes
The noose tightens around your neck
Coming out of your cave the world is upside down
Your shadow has left you with no name
But yet you hold onto hope
Claw at the rope around your neck
Fighting for life, you will find it again
You will hear it once more
Your name will be called by life or the light
Let the hope grow your souls says yes you mind no
But fight on and you you’ll hear you name
And the pain will be washed away and eaten by plague
Your hands hold onto your heart
Your soul grasps onto hope
This time you know survival is coming home
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