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
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