Passed by a patch of flowers planted to form a cross
But they were dead just like my faith in the shape that they were born in
And I couldn't help but wonder will my faith be restored
Like the color that use to reside in these leaves
But they were dead just like my faith in the shape that they were born in
And I couldn't help but wonder will my faith be restored
Like the color that use to reside in these leaves
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