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Music and words: Mercy

At the begin the silence

when the doors open wide,

I would turn back and run

but I grope to a singing light.

Procession moves on...

the shouting is over now...

under a burial song

I flow beneath the ground.

Until a deepest spirit

a new sensation takes hold,

like back to a mother's breast,

not a fear, no more cold,

like an unborn not a must...

let me in the hidden land...

where's all rest and dust

and I'll burn in His loving hand.