Aphelion
My Open Hand
Salvation is calling from my open handI'll tell you, in secret, what i hope to seeIn silver, In gold and in powder and redI'll run with the lions, the ward of the lambHis hand from the mountainHeld out to meI'l leave with the promise of cleansing redressMy weakness is strengthened as night turns to dayI know in my heart that it was not to beSalvation is calling from my open handI harbored more than what i could commandSalvation is calling from my open handI yielded more than what i could withstandMy open handMy open handMy open handMy open hand
From Letras Mania