Like a cuckoo in the spring
I try to sing your song.
The songs come back to me
Crying – we don’t belong.
Grace me oh! My Lord
With your boundless love
Take me in your heart
Help me rise above.
Breaking all my shackles
Breaking all my pride.
Let me sing your song
Soft and silently
As a candle light
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