Blind Faith

Walk out into the streets

Tell everyone you meet, they’re dying

Does anyone really know

where the soul and spirit goes? You’re dying.

And ahhhh, you’re dying.

And ahhhh, you’re dying.

Now is the time and place

to look life in the face.

You’re dying

Sell everything you own,

Go walk out on your own.

You’re dying.

And ahhhh, you’re dying.

So take a look around

See every sight; hear every sound.

It’s all grace.

Though all things have a reason,

Their own time and their own season,

Their own place,

Any moment it could change

Like the sun turns into rain.

Blind faith.

So take a look around

Hear every sight; See every sound.

It’s all grace.

Though all things have a reason

Their own time and their own season,

Their own place.

Any moment it could change

LIke the sun turns into rain.

Blind faith.

Walk out into the streets

Tell everyone you meet, they’re dying.

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Lyrics submitted by Valerie Grimes.