The Way
Love is something I try to hold onto, Loving something so much it breaks in my hands, Love spilling its life and its beauty, Love dying to save every man. Where can I find a love like this . Where can I go to find eternal bliss. Where can I go that I won't be criticized , for believing that love was crucified.What can I say , but a short simple prayer. In this moment my eyes are closed. Can you show me the way, I know you are there, your the only one that knows.
The pain that sits on my heart, the thorns that rip me apart
The stain that I bare . My eyes look to the stars, see past the scars
and I know your there. I stand through the storm, endure the pain of the thorn, I'm finding my way to you. I look with my eyes, continue seeking the prize. Now I'm making a breakthrough.
Im finding the way, finding the way to you
I'm finding the way, finding the way to truth
I'm enduring the pain, enduring the pain I knew
I'm enduring the pain, enduring the pain for truth
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