Behind the Clouds
Dawn, everyone's hunt deer,
Night, seems to last forever.
Soul, yearning for a tissue
To, weep away the tears.
Tears dropping from the sky,
Hiding dusts within the clouds.
Stars so bright but we can't see,
All get buried by our harden heart.
Dawn is coming yet no one wait,
Night cease all patience hunter
Putting all roasters to bed.
Soul is dry, in need of You.
Soul is dry in need of love.
We are in need of acceptance.
We are in need of echo sounder.
We need Your mercy...
We need Your mercy...
Amen.
(c)June 6, 2004
