Aah, la, la, la, ah-la la la la (la la)
Aah, la, la, la, ah-la la la la
You are the one, there’s no one else
Who lifts me up and gives me water from the well.
But there’s a hole that seems to drain it all away.
And once again I’m left in fear and doubt
When all my strength is crying out.
So, here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain.
Tell me what have I to do to die and then be raised,
To reach beyond the pain like a flower in the rain?
Aah, la, la, la, ah-la la la la
The evil wind, (ooh) it blows a storm to rock my world (aah)
Just when think I’m safe and warm.
I’m led astray far too easily.
It’s always hard for me to say I’m wrong,
Until I know I can’t go on.
So, here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain.
Tell me what have I to do to die and then be raised,
To reach beyond the pain like a flower in the rain?
Lord, you have searched me and know
When I sleep and when I rise.
You’re familiar with all my ways.
Even the darkness will shine
Like the day when you look into my heart.
So, here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain.
Tell me what have I to do to die and then be raised,
To reach beyond the pain like a flower in the rain,
Like a flower in the rain?
Written by chris eaton
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