darkness at my door,
knock knock on my door,
left the light burning through the night,
praying for the moon,
heaven hold my hand,
Steal my trembling hand,
Oh my Lord,
Must’ve dropped my sword,
In the sinking sand,
Now I’m stumbling,
Towards the promised land
Weary of this fight,
This long and tiresome fight,
Every step I take I feel further away,
Now I’m stumbling,
Towards the promised land

Hannah Miller- the promised land

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