Go home softly; you’re riding on my prayer
Go home softly; I hope you make it there
This fog is slowly lifting, yet still has carried you
A misty haze, you were raised to come and follow through
Like the scent you left in your goodbye
It carried you
Go home softly; you’re riding on my prayer
Go home softly; I hope you make it there
Our time has soon expired; it came just as it went
The fatal blow, you surely know was in our feeble fists
Like the words you left upon my lips
Our time went
Go home softly; you’re riding on my prayer
Go home softly; I hope you make it there
This song is not depressing, though pens were wrought of woe
The tune itself I’ve deeply felt has crushed a deadly foe
Like your eyes that made me cry
Now you know
Go home softly; you’re riding on my prayer
Go home softly; I hope you make it there
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