Every shadow you see
has its own story
Down here in te valley
Every puddle of mud
Comes from tears and blood
And it' so hard jut to get warm
That the chill turns into despair

Will you lift me up with tender care?
Will you wash me clean in the palm of
your hands?
Will you hold me close so I can thrive?
When you touch me, that's whe I know
I'm alive

Down here n the valley
Nothing's ableto grow
'Cause the light's too low
Folks spend their days
Digging 'roud for diamons and gold
'Til they just get old
And they don't know anything else
They don't know they are breathing bad air
But I'm tired of living like this
And my soul crie out, "If your there..."

Call me up to your side
Draw me up to your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind