I sit on Gilead Cemetery hill, as the sunsets on a hot day.
I have a head full of anger and fear, things I cannot say.
I will let the harsh wind blow them all away,
Like dandelion seeds.
I do not know how to pray.
I sit on Gilead Cemetery hill, as the sunsets on a hot day.
I have a head full of anger and fear, things I cannot say.
I will let the harsh wind blow them all away,
Like dandelion seeds.
I do not know how to pray.