Listen to Me
Awakend by a bird's song
Int he wee hours of the morn
Who's saying, have you ever heard
such a beautiful sound?
I've nothing to mourn,
Listen to me.
A rainstorm so strong
With lighting so bright
The thunder then follows
With all of its might saying,
Listen to me.
A rose full in blook
Swaying every so free
Asking don't touch the thorns
But do see me, touch me and smell me,
Listen to me.
Sometimes in this world
You feel like you're all alone
And God ina quiet voice says
"I made you to be my very own",
"Listen to me".
Int he wee hours of the morn
Who's saying, have you ever heard
such a beautiful sound?
I've nothing to mourn,
Listen to me.
A rainstorm so strong
With lighting so bright
The thunder then follows
With all of its might saying,
Listen to me.
A rose full in blook
Swaying every so free
Asking don't touch the thorns
But do see me, touch me and smell me,
Listen to me.
Sometimes in this world
You feel like you're all alone
And God ina quiet voice says
"I made you to be my very own",
"Listen to me".
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