Standing before the door of the one I call god
My entrance has been denied- forever lost
Days of prayer are words wasted on the wind
If there is to be an answer then give these talons a grasp to hold
CHORUS
Burning sun of hope
A blackened path in my way
Trees of fruitless seed are soon cast away
Hearing the wind whisper of souls
Why must I stand amongst the void
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