Morning comes slowly
Then day passing by
I open my eyes
I see the door
To the place where sinners rise
Oh Lord, give me power to breathe
I'm layin' beneath mother's wounds
When her son is ready to leave father's home
Oh Lord, remind us
Remind us to open that door
Deliver her arms from your blood
And pictures that I've seen before
Will be lost in the scream of their crowd
Oh Lord! Give me the name
I prey for the darkest day
Saint Father, d'u hear how they cry?
I've felt you were near, you saw,
You heard no confession, their lies
And blessed by their different law.
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