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Under stone lamp posts he took me by the hand Walk little boy I'll make you understand God has chosen you to be the man God has chosen you to wear his crown Broken through barriers, the road is quiet The path that we travel is clear and bright God has chosen me to be the man God has chosen me wear the crown Lectures in the forecourt they gathered round Come little girl and hold my hand God has chosen you, it's his command God has brought you here to understand The fields turn red in distracting light The soldiers have arrived to heed the fight God has chosen them to make a stand God has chosen me to protect his lambs Burning battle fields turn to rivers of blood God speaks to me through the wood God has chosen me I still believe God told me that I must leave God will carry me into the light God will hold me through the night Sombre is the morning, dew underfoot Crying are the mothers, for their fallen sons God feels distant when I ask for help God only cares about himself Ceremony dances in the pale twilight Cups full of juice for the lambs tonight God carries me home, I still believe God had chosen me to take lead Distant are the screams as I fall to sleep Distant are the voices that chose me
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
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Under stone lamp posts he took me by the hand Walk little boy I'll make you understand God has chosen you to be the man God has chosen you to wear his crown Broken through barriers, the road is quiet The path that we travel is clear and bright God has chosen me to be the man God has chosen me wear the crown Lectures in the forecourt they gathered round Come little girl and hold my hand God has chosen you, it's his command God has brought you here to understand The fields turn red in distracting light The soldiers have arrived to heed the fight God has chosen them to make a stand God has chosen me to protect his lambs Burning battle fields turn to rivers of blood God speaks to me through the wood God has chosen me I still believe God told me that I must leave God will carry me into the light God will hold me through the night Sombre is the morning, dew underfoot Crying are the mothers, for their fallen sons God feels distant when I ask for help God only cares about himself Ceremony dances in the pale twilight Cups full of juice for the lambs tonight God carries me home, I still believe God had chosen me to take lead Distant are the screams as I fall to sleep Distant are the voices that chose me
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
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