As darkness falls so hard. The children play. . Somewhere. Out there. Alone and out of place. Streets of illusion. Sooth the shattered fate. . I've been a runner.
Hey there Lord it's me. I wondered if you're free. Or not asleep. This just won't keep. It seems I just don't see. . Why all the things we asked. Or prayed would come to pass.
Hey there you. Way out there in the distance. Can you hear me. Are you there. . I know it's late. So please forgive my persistence. But I'm hanging. Do you care.
So what can I tell you. If life's the length of this play. Perhaps God gave the answers. To those with nothing to say. . The years are forgiven. If God's forgiving and kind.
On the sea. They heard the voices sing. Through the storm. The island's closing in. They'd heard tales. Of lives lost at sea. Deserted beach just beyond their reach.
She's got shotgun innocence. In her eyes so intense. Never sure of her intent. . She's a Paris pretty child. Even got a wink that's styled. Keeps it all behind a smile.
He's chasing you down the alleys of death. Where many have died, and where you will breathe your final breath. Your pulse starts to quicken, blood runs to your head.