>Amos Lee


My heart is a flower
That blooms every hour
I believe in the power
Of love
Well this lonesome meadow
It’s soft as a pillow
Oh I pray that we’ll go back
To Love
I’m going to reach on up over that fear
Whenever I’m alone won’t you please be near
I know that darkness before the dawn
Tomorrow’s coming and yesterday’s gone
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  1. s.A says:

    >"Flower" by Amos Lee

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