Below the Sky

A night of false hope and crowds, feeling once alive
Try resist, a make it right
False streak ahead, A faltered light
You gotta make the mark

Whoa the rivers flowing

The women of my life, has a mark on me
Midnight ban, the wings of my demise
Maybe I was lost

Whoa the rivers flowing



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Gradowski
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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