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Wasteland
Rita Springer
Wasteland - Rita Springer
I was a barren land Cracks in the ground Screaming for rain with empty hands Was it your master plan To lead me here Learn how to search and teach me to thirst again God can you open Open up the sky and let it cry God can you open, open up my eyes to see the light Is there any hope Is there any hope In the wasteland Is there any hope Is there there any hope In the wastelands You were a desert stream When the heat was so high I was pressed to the side You were my relief You're an oasis of peace A shelter with shade while I'm praying for rain You're still what I need Is there any hope Is there there any hope In the wasteland (In the wasteland) Is there any hope Is there there any hope In the wastelands (In the wastelands) Can you build a home Can you build a home In the badlands (In the badlands) Can you build a home Can you build a home In the badlands (In the badlands) Walk-in through the city turn this place into a wasteland Fire on my feet I turn this place into the dry lands Walking on the earth making stars from the dry sand Turn these elements into this city made from my hands Rising out from nothing momma walked so I could run the track Riding on a dragon made from fire cuz I made it back Made it back double all my paper then erase the stacks Leave my legacy up on this earth you'll remember that Fixated on images turn that image to infinite Blast the world make it limitless Limit me you can't limit this Universally you should see you can't limit me Tried to drown me under but I glow deep inside the sea Craft a different line from mind in mine Fly to high you gon touch another sky Blind side turn a blind eye Hit your blind side from the right side If I walk slow Imma pick it up I'm etch my soul into the timeline Imma shock the stars Imma split the clouds Imma bring it in like a riptide When I'm out of all my options this time I got one One lil text to the lord most high Who they think they stoppin' Try to stop this flow you couldn't touch it Who you think you blockin' Way too fast got God up on my dash Who they think they clockin' I'm all out of options looking for promise (Who the think the clockin') The badlands so hopeless had taken me hostage (Who the think the clockin') When you're running in circles looking for shelter Waiting for springtime and hating the winter (Who the think the clockin') Picking up pieces believing for better Your miracles come sometimes in the desert Sometimes in the desert You are not alone You are not alone In the wastelands You are not alone You are not alone In the wastelands
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