Yet it still burns
Burning in my soul,
Is the power to move on,
To soar over new heights,
To over come the treachery,
And the grounds of misfurtune.
Burning in my soul,
Is the fire of thy love,
And the weakening,
of the heart.
Yet it still burns.
Is the power to move on,
To soar over new heights,
To over come the treachery,
And the grounds of misfurtune.
Burning in my soul,
Is the fire of thy love,
And the weakening,
of the heart.
Yet it still burns.