The time will draw near that storms will come
For us, we face it day by day
As truants for life, come what may
With nature- all- I am home
We do not fear for faith is here
And Father- my strength, my hope
Let us find a way to elope
The only things that can kill us is fear
I am not afraid to open your past
Mine is as shady as grey
As truants in love- come what may
We will be each other’s last
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