Debra Davis. Angels In The Attic. Walking With Grace. Zeneszám

Time to unpack it and wipe off the dust
Going to take all that I?ve got to dig up this trust
I can?t let it lie there in hiding buried alive
Here in my loneliest hour I remember the time
I was walking with grace
Her hand in mine
Somehow I know the way, closing my eyes
Here I find peace
And my journey won?t tire
One in the same, calling my name
Walking with grace
Caught up in who I and what I and how I must be
Looking for answers from them, should?ve asked me
I wait for divine intervention, some kind of sign
Now in my emptiest hour I remember the time
I was walking with grace
Her hand in mine
Somehow I know the way, closing my eyes
Here I find peace
And my journey won?t tire
One in the same, calling my name
Walking with grace
How could I lose what I know
Find the muse, time to let go?
I was walking with grace
Her hand in mine
Somehow I know the way, closing my eyes
Here I find peace
And my journey won?t tire
One in the same, calling my name
Walking with grace