| Mother-I reach out for you
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| As I lay upon this wait of godliness
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| I sigh for a while and wonder your holiness
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| Brother-the fires upon our hearts
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| Are brighter now than ever before
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| It is the sign of the end, I see, as it becomes fulfilled
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| Wounds in my hands, wounds in my feet;
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| Wound in my side, wound inside deep;
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| Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul…
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| Father-why have you forsaken me?
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| I can’t believe weight of this loneliness
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| Still I ask of thee, to forgive them for
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| They don’t know what they do
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| Wounds in my hands, wounds in my feet;
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| Wound in my side, wound inside deep;
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| Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul…
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| Wounds in my hand, wounds in my feet;
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| Wound in my side, wound inside deep;
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| Wounds in my hand, wounds in my feet;
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| Wounds in my flesh, wound in my soul;
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| Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul…
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| In my flesh… In my soul… |