Sometimes my life just don't make sense at all And the mountains look so big, and my faith just seems so small So hold me, Jesus, I'm shakin' like a leaf
In the middle of a forest There's a clearing by a stream Where a mother holds her newborn And the child begins to dream And He dreams of hopes unspoken
[Music & Words: Paul O'Neill, Wesley, Mendelssohn] In the middle of a forest There's a clearing by a stream Where a mother holds her newborn And the
Překlad: Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Kníže pokoje.
