While the dying world re-defines, the reasons we strive to exist
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We feign control though we’re bound to learn the meaning of moments like this
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Cause in the peaceful hour, the quiet spell
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Seduced by the promise of bliss, we soon forget that nothing's happened yet
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We're living for moments like this
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So hold me, whisper gently this is what we live for, how we learn who we are
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It defines us, ever reminding us that life never is more precious than this
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From the dim light in the grayness, the aim of the soul tends to miss
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When the clouds catch fire and the oceans pitch
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We're made for the moments like this
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So hold me, whisper gently that there's nothing to fear
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You'll always be near, to remind me, to stand behind me
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Although life can be rough we can never give up
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It's in our power to face the storm with all its fury and madness
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The flash of thunder roll behind us with a longing and sadness
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The clouds will break.
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Hold me. Whisper gently this is what we live for, how we learn how we are
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It defines us, ever reminding us that life never is more precious than this
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Hold me. Whisper gently that there's nothing to fear,
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You'll always be near, to remind me, stand behind me
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Although life can be rough we can never give up.
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Moments Like This
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| Alison Krauss |
