by Grace Potter
What will come of us today?
What we need we cannot say
It's been a long, long time since I've been so afraid
As we all fall down, it's hard to see a brighter day
But I see a tiny light
Like a flashbulb sparkle in the night
I see a tiny light
Telling everyone to hold on tight
What will come of all our pride?
This house of stone has crumbled from the inside
It's been a long, long war, now the battle's drawing near
Closer and closer till it whispers in my ear
Bring me back the streets of gold
Give me something warm to hold
Give me love and only love
And you will see it shining from above
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tiny Light
Labels: change, disharmony, hope, Nocturnals
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