The Choir - The Soul of Every Creature Cries Out текст песни

Into the dark I blew a ring
That I threaded with the pipe
That I was smoking
Peace of heart is a fleeting thing
We are shadow weavers forever hoping
The prayers of every child
Rise on the winds of tomorrow
The tears of every woman
Fall on the feet of the Man of sorrows
The soul of every creature cries out
The heart of humanity moans
Somebody out there won’t
Leave us alone
Into our lungs we drew sweet breath
And the first thing we all knew
We were choking
Sometimes we laugh
In the face of death
But when we cry for mercy
Nobody’s joking
The prayers of every child
Rise on the winds of tomorrow
The tears of every woman
Fall on the feet of the Man of sorrows
The soul of every creature cries out
The heart of humanity moans
Somebody in here won’t
Leave me alone
Into the dark I blew a ring
That I threaded with the pipe
I was smoking