Can you hear their tiring prophecy
Are they holy?
Otherwise they trust it all again
Listen to the babies sigh
It's only at the wind
The boy who rose alone
This green is mine, though
Is the only air will stall this soldier's son of mine
I've goten in this way
The only feel is not to save
Till every feeling's not hte same
I think this is the more accurate version:
Can you hear their tiring prophecy Are they holy? Otherwise they trust it all again Listen to the babies sigh It's only at the wind The boy who rose alone
This green is mine, though Is the only air will stall this soldier's son of mine I've goten in this way The only feel is not to save Till every feeling's not hte same