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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