Night
“Cricket,cricket” goes the night that was dead
Chains on my legs the floor full of red
Free,free was all I dreamed
No more of what’s up ahead
I put my faith on God’s hand
For I dream of being free
I’m no salve I can agree
Escape from the demon that’s carefree
Run,run,run I flee
To the quiet night that’s so free
For there’s no looking back to see
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