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Hope (some random song lyrics)

There's a place beyond knowledge or reason

A place within our grasp

Unknown to the liars, the sinners, denyers

But there for those who dream and laugh

As real as the rain's odd comfort

As soft as an encouraging hug

As safe as an unbroken circle

A place for those who love


Walk with me to the end of our burdens

run with me to the dawn of the day

Sing with me the song of salvation

Tell me your fears and we'll wash them away

Tell me your wrongs and we'll right them anyway


Oo, Oo, Oo x2 

Ahhhhh

Oo, Oo,Oo x2

Lah, DAh, Dah

Oo, oo,oooo


You are more than the world takes you for

You will always be less than perfect

I can't fathom the lives we've been given

But let's give more


Oo, Oo, Oo x2 

Ahhhhh

Oo, Oo,Oo x2

Lah, DAh, Dah

Oo, oo,oooo


Gone away are the wither some worries


(I'll hold your hand.....)


Gone away the distractions to be buried


(A promise, promise to be kept)


Oo, Oo, Oo x2 

Ahhhhh

Oo, Oo,Oo x2

Lah, DAh, Dah


I hope you to see you

I hope to keep you

I hope, I hope

I hope we can end this winding road




 

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