Lyrics Holy War - Charity Children

Holy War

I’m sorry for my ways.
I’m sorry for the days,
I push so carelessly
the truth away from me.
I’m sorry that I forget.
I’m sorry that I don’t let,
myself in muffled cognizance,
to be your happy prince.
But life is a holy war,
we fight for nothing more-
but you’re my spring my grace,
the breeze upon my face.
Let battlefields alight
to pacify the night
allowing me to grieve
for the joys we could achieve
If I learnt to ignore
all that has come before
And picking up the slack
I will take my burden back
But life is a holy war,
we fight for nothing more-
but you’re my spring my grace,
the breeze upon my face.
Coda
Life is a holy war, oh-oh-oh.
Life is a holy war.
Life is a holy war, oh-oh-oh.
Life is a holy war.