Promise

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Behind the veil lies a place
Where worn out dreams,
Shattered hopes and all the silver linings,
Have fallen to the ground.

And the day turns to another 
And the moon shines it's light 
On the simple, little grave.

They speak of a Resurrection Day 
But I don't believe - 
Where hope breathes again
And dreams once again run free.
Where not a cloud ever touches the sky,
But all is blue that fills the eye.

And the day turns to another
And the moon still shines it's light 
On the tired, little grave.

Promises dangle by a thread, 
Over a faith that's weak and half-dead.
At your feet it will lie,
Only by Your breath will it live again.

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