Alone in the dark
Dreams raced for the goal post
Deafening silence spilled beans
The likes of Samosn and Delila can't make it
I heard they talk my name
Through the grapevine and walls beyond Babylon
I walked the pastures for seven moons
In the twist of tragedy my walls confined me
I later made it to Jericho
Where hope and faith are the salt of the earth
People say depression is madness
I say it's divine because it's by Faith you make it
I gathered my grapes
Fit for pigs and not wine
This drunken lover can't find a tavern
The heart was filled way before dawn
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