, but so sublime Crying here to be free from mortal form, so valueless Heading towards source of all Alone forevermore In the hands of storm he is purified
Come into my boat A storm arises and night falls Where are you sailing to? So all alone you're pushing it on Who is going to hold your hand When it
Come into my boat A storm arises and night falls Where are you sailing to? So all alone you're pushing it on Who is going to hold your hand When it will
