War of Ages
"The Sleep Of Prisoners"


Searching for desire earthed beneath distraction
Lord please grant us with your mercy as our quest unfolds
Against all opposition a true since of self
We only hope to discover the very reason we are here

Like a passing wind I change the way I've lived
Lord please grant me with desire and let it fill my empty soul

We run from our calling only to get by
As rain falls from the heavens excuses fall from our mouth
As floodwaters rise this life is not my fault
If only we would of listened to the pulling on our hearts

That failed I wont give up
Here's our chance to prove ourselves

Like a passing wind I change the way I've lived
Lord please grant me with desire and let it fill my empty soul
There's so much I regret and still your mercy flows
Standing in your presence I feel I've been reborn

Oh God heal our suffering
Mend our open wounds
Let your mercy fall