Sand-HOLY SOLDIER

When the morning takes her first breath in and the sun is just about to rise, I wonder what he’s thinking inside, When I lay my head to rest at night and the sun dissolves into the sea, I wonder what he’s thinking of me. He holds the mysteries in his hands, He knows our life is but a grain of sand, Oh yeah. Burn, burn inside of me, Bring me to my knees. When the hand of God caressed my face, I listened as he said my name, He speaks in harmony: one voice, a voice combined of three. He holds the mysteries in his hands, He knows our life is but a grain of sand, He goes to live inside the heart of man, Oh yeah. He’s knock, knock, knocking at your door, yeah. He speaks in harmony: one voice, a voice combined of three. He speaks in harmony: one voice, a voice combined of three. [[Category:Holy Soldier]]

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