The Widowing Field

I'm sure that I could never make it through a night without you here The fire in the skies illuminates the demons closing in. Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last, Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go. As I crawl along these trails and fight upon this widowing field. The ground below is bare and burned in the places I have learned to trust you. Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last, Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go If I am not the last to go, Believe in silence sets my heart to racing. I will lift my eyes to you, please, Father, find me. Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last, Have mercy on my soul if I am not the last to go