listen to my voice calling you pulling you out of darkness hear the devil s cry of sin always turn your back on him with the wind you go and still i dream of your spirit leading you back home i would give my gifts to you grow your garden watch it all the light in your eyes an angel of dark lighting to ease the shadow side hearts will grow though having to bend leaving behind all things in the end listen to my voice calling you pulling you out of darkness hear the devil s cry of sin always turn your back on him on him on him