Criss cross the many paths of ways.
Looking for the fountain of water.
GOD'S will, gives grace to find the lost spring.
Giving fresh water to anyone who looks.
Sweet desire the fullness of your love.
Find me another, it will not suffice.
My heart bleeds for the endless day.
Crying to all from unknown heights.
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