Who can we turn to when all hope is lost?,
Who can be saved?,
Who can be tossed?,
Why can’t we decide what is right and wrong,
Who will be our saviour?,
Who will be our leader?
Who will be the paver?
Of our dirty, trodden road,
Been foretold our future from a seer,
We have a need to carry on,
Through the twisted darkness we fear,
There is no path we’ve chosen alone,
Our Christ, our lord is coming soon,
His wings are black and graceful,
Our bleeding hearts will reach the moon,
But will we ever see our hope our light. |
