Lyrics

Please come close, for I long for you to hear Hear the sound That will rid you of your fears In a land, where no water can be found In a place, where there is no fertile ground Longing for, yearning not to be forgotten In an age, when the music is forgotten In an age, when the music is forgotten In the truth (in the truth) Speaks of great and mighty things Teaching us (teaching us) What the peace of heaven brings We must give (we must give) We must give to all the others to those in need (those in need) Who we fear to call our brothers Reaching out (reaching out) So that we are not forgotten In a time (in a time) When the music is forgotten In a time (in a time) When the music is forgotten If we stand on a hill and do not touch How can we do good? If we wash our hands of all our friends What change can really come? If we hide our fears and don't draw near Have we really lived? Or are we all just standing here Hoping there is grace? In a dream (in a dream) That I had not long ago Visions of (visions of) Of a city made of gold And a sound (and a sound) That I never heard before Such a sound (such a sound) Saturating to the core Such a sound (such a sound) One that cannot be forgotten In a time (in a time) When the music's not forgotten
Writer(s): Steven Patrick Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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