And I cannot guess what we’ll discoverWhen we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain”
“And I cannot guess what we’ll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain”
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain”
