Are we saved by the words of the prophets and saints?
Do we live in fear or faith?
Tell me now who's behind the rain, who's behind the snow?
A maze of confusing lives,
People wonder in and out, never knowing where they are.
But still some chase...the shadows of belief
We find those out, give them hope
A maze of confusing lives,
People wonder in and out, never knowing where they are.
But still some chase...the shadows of belief
We find those out, give them hope What do we need?
What do we do?
Why should we doubt the one with the seed?
It doesn't matter if young or old,
When faith's our shelter from the cold.
Bryony Oldfield (bryonyoldfield@yahoo.com)
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