Thisgrace

Slung, the broken wings
Torment, what's it bring?
Slave, the unborn son
Whom we turn frooooom!

Climb with me
Forget why we sought the man who came to sake us for us to take his hand indeed!
Oh how these, oh how these days!
Oh how these days came and I was so blind
To all the rains came and now take all of mind

Yeh!

Did not ask for this and yet it still comes
Like the four winds blow that came from above
That pain that it sought and confides, bringing much more wisdom that high

Oh how these days, oh how these days
Oh how these days came and I was so blind
To see rains come and take all mine
They sought me..