A week to build the world, but now you're leaving Do you ever see the cards you're dealing?
Help us, God
Many times your ways are strange and shallow Makes me wonder if I'll ever follow you Take that kid I've seen around, he's crying Everytime I passed him felt like dying, but just a little bit Trying to understand by whom he's hit
Look like kid's been taking quite a beating, maybe loved the hand which did the hitting I'm sure the guy's so proud to be a father and his son will live just like another one Growing up in jail Father, can you alert us when we fail?
Help us, God Help us find the way, save us From ourselves Take that pain away Listen Help us, God
See, he never will forgive the hitter Life just slipped him a pill and it tastes bitter Growing up in mindless vino's talking He will be convinced that he is walking While crawling on his knees, Hoping this is the only way it is
So, help us, God Help us find the way, save us From ourselves Take this pain away, take us To your heart Guide us all the way, teach us Help us, God Help us find the way, save us Help us, God
Compositor: Andre Palle Andersen (Royal Hunt) ECAD: Obra #1656499