Mr.


“Nightsky” by Tracey Chattaway (0:16 - 1:04)

Come from Above

Come from above, come from below
Come from the place not yet known

Take me again, it’s you I adore
Let me reign with you once more

Reach my hand, it is you I call
I beg to rise passed them all

Prepare me for what’s yet to come
Tell me how our Will be Done

Prepare me for the arrival
Small steps, repeat the cycle
Take me over, I fade into
What went and then came through

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