In my hour of need ha you're not there and though I reached out for you wouldn't lend a hand. Through the darkest hour grace did not shine on me It
In my darkest of hours I yearn for the light my life devours Winter's at hand In search of a key, a door, an end Hear my voice, don't quail inside the
near I can feel it We have got to get out of here In our darkest hour, when we may not make it In our darkest hour In our darkest hour In our darkest hour
The darkest hour is just before dawn The narrow way leads home Lay down your soul at Jesus' feet The darkest hour is just before dawn The
[Music by: P. Wagner] [Lyrics by: P. Wagner] In the darkest hour It is time for the truth When you're fast asleep In the darkest hour A modern man,
Even in the darkest hour When the world is fast asleep I sit by candlelight with memories When the wind was oh so cold I used to hold you baby, hold
help to tie the knot Some say that this may be the lull before the storm But there's one piece of nature everyone's forgot And that's, "The darkest hour
innocence Am I running rigid once again? And he won't hear me now in the darkest hour I'll never see him now Oh I can take the mystery in the darkest hour
to me, she doesn't say a word In the shadow of the carved rock tower Where the sounds of the night were the only things we heard In my darkest hour
In my hour of need Ha, no you were not there And though I reached out for you You wouldn't lend a hand Through the darkest hour Grace did not shine on
darkest hour we shine I know even in the darkest hour we shine I know even in the darkest hour you shine I know even in the darkest hour you shine
Of a dying breed and a decaying seed We've been watching for years waiting for it to bleed Handshakes and contracts Just before, they turn their backs
The future five align Empty promises, find us all the time Would your put it on the line? For the lost and frozen years Leave us the bastard sons Leave
Keep your eyes on the trigger And your mind on the ecstasy Just caress the emptiness Sit back and let it bleed We need salvation We need another God
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All you can hope for is To make a slight connection with All these clogged receptors It's not getting any better by the look of it No people just numbers
When the screams can't carry far enough When the sands of time burn razor marks When the ice burns cold and I can feel no more I'll know, I'll know I'
We are the expatriated Our fate cards have played us Neighbors displaced us We've seen that these Demographics are targets Shot down by the market I
