Buried in the nutshell,
Of my own grievance.
Denying presence of a world,
And disguising solitrance.
It's like you ransomed my dreams,
Inspired to count on little things.
A flightless bird i thought i was,
Until i started flying; flying on Your wings.
Of my own grievance.
Denying presence of a world,
And disguising solitrance.
It's like you ransomed my dreams,
Inspired to count on little things.
A flightless bird i thought i was,
Until i started flying; flying on Your wings.