“He faces forward, trading his blindness For the glow of love. The time is raging; let it rage in vain. And you always had it, but you never knew. So boots and saddles, get on your feet. There's no surrender, ’cause there’s no retreat. The bells are sobbing in this monster land; We’re the descendants of giant men.”
BTW: love your work. http://open.spotify.com/track/6CQILF6MIWOutZobpjbvhM
The Obedient One
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“He faces forward, trading his blindness
For the glow of love.
The time is raging; let it rage in vain.
And you always had it, but you never knew.
So boots and saddles, get on your feet.
There's no surrender, ’cause there’s no retreat.
The bells are sobbing in this monster land;
We’re the descendants of giant men.”
BTW: love your work.
http://open.spotify.com/track/6CQILF6MIWOutZobpjbvhM
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