The lines engraved in our faces
Speak of memories of the stories
And the prayers we wrote together
We were young and bright-eyed
We dreamed together, as lovers do,
But we never would have imagined this
We abandoned home for desert skies
This hope that we're clinging to
But we planted the seeds of generations
There was promise in your eyes
Oh, Abraham, I don't want to leave you now
In my dying eyes, I can still see it all
You promised me, under the stars,
'Sarah, do not fear the things that are frightening'
But we planted the seeds of generations
There was promise in your eyes
Oh, Abraham, I don't want to leave you now
In my dying eyes, I can still see it,
We planted the seeds of generations
There was promise in your eyes
Oh, Abraham, I don't want to leave you now
In my dying eyes, I can still see it,
The lines engraved in our faces
Speak of memories of the stories
And the prayers we wrote together
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