To this life that streches before me
Do I stand at the end of time
Is my life nothing more than a war
God who am I to be
What is it To This lif I live
Must I cry the tears of heaven through my eyes
Can the young know soon who they are
Help me to teach them the words I hear
To this time I only wonder of the future ahead
Woa to them that hate me
For even them I cry
I am there brother they hate
With this word in my heart I go
To this I reach my hand out again and again
Keep me strong Oh Lord to do thy will
But remember my tears I cried
Not for sorrow or pain but for joy
In the year of anno domini |
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