You wait till it gets dark

you wait till you're ready

Something disappeared

The way a tree stands alone in a field

seasons changing

No way to run

I'm thinking of the Oaks of righteousness

In the midst of the desert

The house is empty now

only a swing is moving

there is no peace

When you pray it comes

Sometimes it is hard to believe what is truth

since the lie is much better, infact we like the lie

seasons changing
No way to run

The oaks song is still very much in my head
In the midst of the desert

we're running

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