Wandering souls paid a heavy cost
Evil rips and tears again
Questions, Questions pouring out
Who will listen to the voice of love?
The mirror speaks but we turn away
Inside our hearts, the answers lay
The Father calls and whispers words
'I'm calling all to a land called love'
His hands extended, the tears are real
The scars were born with a heavy price
An innocent Son on the darkest day
You're not alone when the evil comes
On the other side there's a land called love
Tears are flowing like a river stream
No simple answers on the darkest day
Stay and listen, Hold a Hand
Embrace the mourning and share the love
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