Listen to my voice calling you,
Pulling you out of darkness.
Hear
the devil's cry of sin,
Always turn your back on him.
With the
wind you go,
Still I dream of your spirit leading you back home.
I
will give my gifts to you,
Grow your garden, watch it bloom.
The
light in your eyes is an angel up high,
Fighting to ease the shadow
side.
Hearts will grow though having to bend,
Leaving behind all
things in the end.
Listen to my voice calling you,
Pulling you
out of darkness.
Hear the devil's cry of sin,
Always turn your
back on him.
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