Testo: 3rd Root. Sign Of Things To Come. Broken.

Let me be for I am now free
And I can feel so let the children be born
My soul is one with the one that is one
And I envisioned you but could you see I
You who teaches I understand now
Lift me up and hold my hand for thou

Wicked flee
But all I see is you and me
We can feel
His love his death his interest in us
We can feel
That with this cry we shall never die

Undecided thoughts a world of lies
But we see the skies and there are no more fake signs
And you enter my mind
And fulfill every dream
So far up but still in the back of their minds
And as we stand in peace and trinity
Your elegance surrounds me but I have to see
That in the days of trials and tribulations
This is what we and the children will see

Wicked flee
But all I see is you and me
We can feel
His love his death his interest in us
We can feel
That with this cry we shall never die

A world of sickness and global disease
But here we stand and these eyes can only see
Men of darkness they run from the light
But here we stand and we shall never see night
Run duck hide yet they deceive
But here we stand and we do believe
That in this world so lost in lies
That with this cry we shall never die
And with this cry we shall never die
And with this cry we will never be broken