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When the way is clouded in darkness before my eyes;For when the way is dark before my face,
And each dream that comes to me drowns,
When there is no hope, far away,
I still feel there's a day.
When tears fall silently at night,
And only just manage to find the light,
When all the doors seem to close,
I still hold on to tomorrow's possibilities.
I may have fallen down, I may have cried,
I may have walked with fear in my heart,
Each wound has given me strength,
Then all storms will become shorter.
After people have gone and promises have been broken,
If I feel forgotten and afraid;
My eyes are lifted up above what I see,
Believe the trip that was meant for me.
I still believe that dreams come crashing down,
We pray in silence, We say no words,
In the seeds that lie under the ground,
Until the time is right.
For I still feel that God is close to me,
Although I cannot see Him at all;
His silence is not a sign of His absence,
For He can turn my night to dawn.
So let mountains come up before thee, and the hills be raised before thee Read More
Speak, O fear in my head,
I will continue to progress, I will make things happen,
In all of my battles I will remain faithful.
When my triumph is come,
I'll say a big thanks to God that he's still keeping me alive,
For each fight, each tear,In every fight, in every drop of tears,
And for the faith that has brought me here.