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It’s drawing me under
It’s taking me out to sea
My spirit’s asunder; heart ache
Evil spreads naturally
I keep seeing the faces
Your brokenness becoming mine
Even in my sleep I’m shaking
I’ll speak up; I’m over the line now
I’m not calming down
Another father’s child laid in the ground
I won’t turn around
I’m sick of thinking that this life is mine
Another Sunday;
a life at rest but will we wake?
If we talk and cry but do nothing;
we fall
We deny Jesus face, yeah
She closes his eyes
She says goodbye to
her hope in life laid dry
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I’m not calming down
Another father’s child laid in the ground
I won’t turn around
I’m sick of thinking that this life is mine
Who hears his cry?
Who cares enough to push themselves aside?
Do we see the lie?
Something’s giving as our worlds collide.
I’m not calming down
Another father’s child laid in the ground
I won’t turn around
I’m sick of thinking that this life is…
I’m not calming down
Another 30,000 buried now
I won’t turn around
I’m sick of thinking that this life is mine. |