Crimson Drops

by:Vincent Haoson

In the dark recesses of the wind
slowly toruting the spirit entwined
a light shines in the darkness
a bloody hand reaching for me

Crimson drops clearing the dark
His blood He gave for the sake of mine
stooped down from His high pedestal
hearing my wail, my call

His body, His life, He threw away
paying the price I shoudl've paid
He gave His life in exchange of mine
He saved me from the deep ravine

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