All the things I did wrong I pray for a father to forgive For this providence I long Will I reach out forever?
Behold the golden tower Of our saviour's church Reaching up unto the every grey Our hope knows not death Numb to I's bated breath
We may dream of a world With no sins for ghosts to forgive Yet in unwilling eyes I crave to see god arise!
Behold the golden tower Of our saviour's church Reaching up unto the ever grey Our hope knows not death
Until it too draws a final breath We must break and crack all bone Trying to hold up The continents he built Man must bear the task alone Bowed down beneath
