all things break
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Spalexma - Ashes Into Praise
You spoke life where I saw nothing.
You called it enough.
You turned ashes into praise, you turned mourning into song.
What I thought was my ending was your mercy all along.
You make beauty from the ruins, you restore what I erased.
You called it enough.
You turned ashes into praise, you turned mourning into song.
What I thought was my ending was your mercy all along.
You make beauty from the ruins, you restore what I erased.