The Burdon Of The son
Lift me from the ashes of my domainCleanse me with the warm summer's rain
unlock my soul from the halls of it's pain
then fill my heart with life
til I can stand nomore.
Help me rise from the depths which I fell
rescue me from the bitter cold as well
allow me a less tragic story to tell
by filling my heart with life
til I can stand nomore.
Lead me to the beginning of the road
Burden me with your heaviest load
fit me and shape me into your mode
and you will fill my heart with life
til I can stand nomore
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