A windy, stormy night ahead
Through every window frame of time
As we look
Where we gaze
The boat has sailed
There's no return
Where sight helps naught and brings distress
A time for faith to drive us home.
Through every window frame of time
As we look
Where we gaze
The boat has sailed
There's no return
Where sight helps naught and brings distress
A time for faith to drive us home.
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