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Album: Orphans of God
Was a child and a newcomer to the ways of the world,
Eyes ablaze with the light of high noon,
Just to love, and to be loved, was all he wanted, by the light of the lonely moon.
They taught him to capture and tame wild pathos,
Sold him distractions, and made every day the same,
Caught the Holy Ghost lurking in his cellar and threw Him out, leaving just a lonely name.
Soon they took everything that he lived for, so he asked them to please take his life too,
They denied him existence, but they let him, let him live in a lonely room,
Lonely room.
Now his path is lit only by the light of falling stars,
The embers fall to scorch and cut his face,
He wants to believe in his unbelief, in a lonely place.
But they buried his conscience near the grave of God,
Sealed his soul up in a tomb of tears,
And they scattered his ashes east of Eden someplace, on a lonely breeze.
Someday, somebody come…
Was a child and a newcomer to the ways of the world,
Eyes ablaze with the light of high noon,
Just to love and to be loved was all he wanted,
Lonely moon, by the light of the lonely moon.
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