Tekster: All Left Out. The Conquest. The Conquest: Top Of A Hill.

I've been searching, on a journey,
But at last, I've found what it is
That I've been searching for.

I could fight it, try to hide it,
But I can't deny such a sense
Of peace not felt before.

Now I have hope, my strength's restored,
In a place I've not been before,

Now I can run and not grow faint,
I'll run until I see your face.

'Cause I know that I'm wrong,
But you make it all alright.
It is my delight
To do your will and shine your light
From the top of the hill.

Far from perfect, But I learning,
How to live my life in the way
I was created to.

I've been searching, on a journey,
But at last, I've found what it is
That I've been searching through.

Now I have hope, my strength's restored,
In a place I've not been before,

Now I can run and not grow faint,
I'll run until I see your face.

I know that I'm wrong,
But you make it all alright.
It is my delight
To do your will and shine your light
From the top of the hill.

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aahh aahh aahh aahh
aahh aahh aahh aahh
aahh aahh aahh aahh
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I know that I'm wrong,
But you make it all alright.
It is my delight
To do your will and shine your light
From the top of the hill.

I know that I'm wrong,
But you make it all alright.
It is my delight
To do your will and shine your light
From the top of the hill.