Oh mystery, don’t bury me
In your hands, In your hands
Take me back, face the facts
I am weak, I am weak
Let me walk in your grace
Let me feel the air of peace
Let me stand for what is right
Let me walk in path of light
A child’s face, a worn out place
In our hands, In our hands
On TV screens and in my dreams
My heart hurts, my heart hurts
When morals are lost
To the wealth of gain
He finds no host
In this evil game
Take me back, the man in black
Hold our hands, hold our hands
Speak gentle words, now rarely heard
Mend our hearts, mend our hearts
Chorus
(c) Dave Schipper 2019 Rose Riversongs
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