Paul Sadler - Anyway

A life in coldest grey can still be warmed in deepest blue
So to the being that can't give credence to itself
Just ride on the tempest and trust that the world
Will carry you back to yourself

And to a forest floor
A dying ember is a promise of new life
So if in the witching hour your devils start to sing
Uncover your ears, let the harmonies in
And pray for the fire to begin

And anyway, though we fear the turning of the hands of time
Another day, when the storm has cast you aside will you long for the rain to wash you away

When looking to the ground
Without a shadow would we ever feel the sun
So if your ship is driven by the raging winds
Take leave of the helm, for the land that you seek
Is ever an ocean away

And anyway, though we fear the turning of the hands of time
Another day, when the storm has cast you aside will you long for the rain to wash you away

So let the deluge in, and float away

And anyway, though we fear the turning of the hands of time
Another day, when the storm has cast you aside will you long for the rain to wash you away

Written by:
Paul Sadler

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