Takes a breath away
This moment of truth
So honest so painful
Somehow beautiful
To die
Right now
It could be a choice
Unimportant
But yet meaningful
This moment here
Is real
What happens to us
To those who lost faith
Are we now criminals
Do we go straight to hell
How do we go on
How do we play this game
What happens to those
Who lost faith
No matter pleads that we’ve cried
Don’t count prayers no more
What’s important lies ahead of us
What’s ahead is where we belong
Without faith
On our own
Walking the revival road
Searching for the place we call home
There's still hope
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
Takes a breath away
This moment of truth
So honest so painful
Somehow beautiful
To die
Right now
It could be a choice
Unimportant
But yet meaningful
This moment here
Is real
What happens to us
To those who lost faith
Are we now criminals
Do we go straight to hell
How do we go on
How do we play this game
What happens to those
Who lost faith
No matter pleads that we’ve cried
Don’t count prayers no more
What’s important lies ahead of us
What’s ahead is where we belong
Without faith
On our own
Walking the revival road
Searching for the place we call home
There's still hope
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