The Way
My heart is cold, my soul is dark.
Which way to go, to go to the light.
I cry out to God, and he says
My child I'm here, don't worry I'm by
your side.
Now I know which way to go to to the light.
Now I'm out, out of the dark night going into
the morning light.
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