� In the hall of my darkness, in the lawn of my light,
� In the shroud of my silence, I hear fight, fight, fight.
� In the sound of my breathing, there's a soft singing bolt.
� In the grasp of my grieving, I hear growl, growl, growl.
� There's a time for reflection, there's a time for pain.
� There's a time for letting go, there's a time to let the rain fall down.
� On the revelation ground, on the revelation ground.
� In the scene on the movie screen, there's a message of hope.
� It's a season for listening, through the timeless stethoscope.
� In the scene on the Instagram,
� There's a message of love.
� It's a season for reveling, in the quiet and cooling of the house.
� There's a time for reflection, there's a time for pain.
� There's a time for letting go, there's a time to let the rain fall down.
� There's a time for reflection, there's a time to let the rain fall down.
� Time to let the rain fall down on the revelation ground...
� On the revelation ground.

� On the revelation ground.
� On the revelation ground.
� On the revelation ground.
� In the song of my life, I know never forgot.
� I don't miss a crack in my heart.
� I don't miss a crack in my heart.
� I don't miss a crack in my heart.
� In the scene on my website.



� I don't miss a crack in my heart.
In the hall of my darkness
In the love of my light
In the shroud of my silence
I hear fight, fight, fight
I hear fight, fight, fight