Hannah Fons
How the Light Gets In by Hannah Fons  Image: Look back
Further back
Further still
There is one
At least one
Who was not a thief
Who was not a slave
Who never went to war
Who never sold their soul
That one waits
And if you call
When you call
They'll come running
Carrying a light
Look back Further back Further still There is one At least one Who was not a thief Who was not a slave Who never went to war Who never sold their soul That one waits And if you call When you call They'll come running Carrying a light