Dangerous Land

I am the pride at the heart of a man

I am a refuge in a dangerous land

I am a wall or a line in the sand

I am a gathering

I am a stand

Hold, hold me

Well whose going to hold me now?

Not you

I am the daylight when darkness draws near

I am a signal that's heard without ears

I am the rapture and I am the tears

I am a centre regardless of years

Hold me, hold me

Well whose going to hold me now?

Not you.