It took so long
It was so sad

To wash the fighter

Go down

It feels

Who was to blame

Things didn't turn out

The way we wanted

To block out

The lie of giving

To carry out the deeds we pay

There can be no other

Pre-course for living

But to hold you

closer to me

It didn't last

But I was so glad

To see the wretched

Come out of hand

All of the poor

And all of the meek

Will be remembered

To block out

The lie of giving

To carry out the deeds we pay

There can be no other

Pre-course for living

But to hold you

closer

to me

But to hold you

closer

to me