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Sunset In Her Eyes

 Vocals practice for the songs/albums (NEWS Album - Noise, Echoes, Whispers, Stories/Silence) to come. Subscribe, share, like, comment, buy the book, get the Skiza Tune… to support this project. Thanks.

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Sunset in her eyes

Your pain was so loud
Your hurt, cut so deep
All I could do was cry, cry, cry
When my love, was unheard.

Let me free, let me be
Let me love, let me heal.

Let me have, back my words
Words of love, writ in the dark
Let me have, back my heart
A tender heart, the night was grey.

Lord, give me hope, give me strength
Let me rise, my face to the sun
Heal my wounds, hold my hand
Let me see, the sun rise in another’s eyes.

Let me free, let me be
Let me love, let me heal.

Let me have, back my words
Words of love, writ in the dark
Let me have, back my heart
A tender heart, the night was grey.

Let it dim, the sunset in her eyes
Let it swallow, the twilight of pride
Let me not, turn back my face
For her love, is become a pillar of salt.

Let me free, let me be
Let me love, let me heal.

Let me have, back my words
Words of love, writ in the dark
Let me have, back my heart
A tender heart, the night was grey.

Let it dim, the sunset in her eyes
Let it fade, the beauty of the sunset
Let the stars, twinkle in her stead
Mother Moon, still my love craze.

Ohh…
Let me free, let me be
Let me love, let me heal.

Let me have, back my words
Words of love, writ in the dark
Let me have, back my heart
A tender heart, the night was grey.X3

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