I belive - Ron Pope

I see a holy host of sweet confusion
And we all bleed but some men choose to stand up
Stand up straight when there's something to lose

It's not armies at war
A search for the truth
The questions we ask leave us more confused
There's nowhere left to rest
So what can we do
We're calling out answers we don't know
Calling on friends we thought we'd lost
We all have to see what we've become
Waiting on chances so far gone

Hoping our answers light the dark
Praying someday soon we'll understand
As we search for the promised land

Postat av: Emelie Talvis

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2011-01-13 @ 17:48:08
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