As he reaches down from the clouds,
I can feel myself breaking like shattering glass.
But he reignited that little fire inside of me.
Much like that blaze we had once upon a time.
I’ve got to carry it with me wherever I go.
I’ll shield it from the weather as I carry on;
Through these cyclones and storms of misery.
Even when you’ve given up, I’m standing tall.
I’ll press forward with enough strength for us both.
Even when this ring around my finger feels like it’s around my neck,
You may not understand it, but I've got hope and I’m not going to bury it.
The demons laugh as they lead us astray but cower in fear as we pray.
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