This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow
The promise was, when everything fell, we'd be held
(Natalie Grant: Held)
We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow
The promise was, when everything fell, we'd be held
(Natalie Grant: Held)
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