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Here, I stand,
powerless and frail.
Won't, won't you take my hand?
And guide me down this trail.
There's darkness up ahead,
this I know for sure.
Will I be dead?
Will my soul be pure?
There's a flash of something bright,
it distracts me from my mind.
Such a wondrous light,
that I want to go and find.
Until I realize,
that to my own surprise,
it is only, but, a disguise...
And I'm blinded by your love,
I'm blinded by your love.
Can you pull me closer, baby?
There have been no tomorrows, lately.
Hold onto my sorrows... tell me...
Why am I still here?
Why must I be alive?
Why won't you shed a tear?
Is all my life a lie?