Desolate Place by Ida Jo
Guardian of Being 2015

Thank God I found you in this desolate place
I would not have forgiven myself for this loneliness I face

Thank God I found you, I may never know how
It's a dark moment when time just furrows its brow
In this lonely land,
with you I stand

In the deep still the bells are ringing
The road is steep, still the choirs are singing
In this lonely land,
with you I stand

Thank God I found you