The Light
Which way is up, Which way is down;
Anywhere out of this town.
Running from fate;
It's never too late.
Will He hear
All my heart holds dear?
Will I hear
All He's made clear?
Find the light,
or live in fright?
I promise one day
I will find my way.
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