Soul Cries Out

The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
The barmaid walks on over
And pours another round
For a lost soul at the corner
Who prays he's never found
And the mind goes numb
Until its feeling no pain
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain

Savatage- Handful of rain

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