The 25th hour, by Cristina Lemus Allen

 

The 25^th hour, by Cristina Lemus Allen.

 

I see, you see

I see the river flowing

I see a path and a gateway to heaven

In the 25th hour

When you walk me through fields of gold

Holding my hand

I sometimes think you´re a stranger

But then I realise it´s you

Walking me through an hour of real pain

Seeing me through the mountains

Of my life