| God, why can’t we see
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| Lost souls trapped on long forgotten seas?
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| All alone — sailing far behind the worlds
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| Here is hope if we call them now with a common prayer
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| Where? |
| Where have the children gone?
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| And where? |
| Where is the light?
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| Time’s running fast
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| Running out someday
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| Where they’ve gone astray
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| They may find their long forgotten way
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| Here is hope — hunters there between the worlds
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| And I know we can free them now with a common prayer
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| Where? |
| Where have the children gone?
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| And where? |
| Where is the light?
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| Where? |
| Where are the children now?
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| Somewhere behind the tide
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| As long as we don’t reflect our soul
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| Time’s running out someday
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| Once an impure mighty god
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| Made two different worlds collide here
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| Rave a titan’s monster ball
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| Hear the thunder, see the lightning
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| So this is the point, this is the day
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| Times had slipped into each other
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| This power of doom so mad and ferine
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| Could break the continuum borderline
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| Where? |
| Where have the children gone?
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| And where? |
| Where is the light?
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| Where? |
| Where are the children now?
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| Somewhere behind the tide
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| Our final chance is here and now
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| Let’s pray the mantra — warriors of soul |