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0 comments | Monday, December 06, 2004

maybe someday...i will look back in my life...thinking...do i live my life like i should?

If there's a light leave it on
If there's a way
Some how thin airs taken your place
Get over
Nights coming on
Its getting lateI hear my heart starting to break
And I'll wait for you
Faith is just a promise
I will wait for you
With places that are hauntedI'll be there
I walked for miles on and on
Searching in vain
A voice in the dark
Calling your name
I jumped walls of fire rising up
Stood in the way
Tempered my soul walking through flames
And I'll wait for you
Faith is just a promise
I will make for youIn places that are haunted
I'll wait for you
Faith is just a promise
I will make for you
In places that are haunted
I'll be there
I wanted to believe (I wanted to believe)
In more than I could see (in more that I could see)
Each breath I take (each breath I take)
A leap of faith
Waiting to come down

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