Lyrics

A wooden door at the end of the hall I heard three knocks if I recall From the darkness I enter in Remove the blindfold and begin A room of red with history This place is filled with mystery The architect is on the mend Hiram's legend isn't dead Do you believe in God above? Or in some higher form of love? And if so what does he say? Are you talking to yourself every time you pray? Take a good man and make him better He'll be ready for any weather Someone you're proud to call a brother So you can look out for each other A strong foundation's always tested The vote is clear to be accepted On our journey we embark We're happy to meet and sorry to part Do you believe in God above? Or in some higher form of love? And if so what does he say? Are you talking to yourself every time you pray? I can keep a secret, my resolve is far from weak I am a widow's son and the light is what I seek I was taught to be cautious, and watch out for a thief Open up your mind; give your ignorance relief So mote it be, so mote it be (So mote it be) So mote it be, so mote it be (So mote it be) So mote it be, so mote it be (So mote it be) We can find a way to peace, hope faith and charity The world is not in unity, even brothers disagree We may not even look alike We may have gods with different names It doesn't mean we need to fight It doesn't mean we need to hate Do you believe in God above? Or in some higher form of love? And if so what does he say? Are you talking to yourself every time you pray? Are you talking to yourself every time you pray? Are you talking to yourself every time you pray?
Writer(s): Bryant Waghorn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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