All of the sinners, all of the saints
All of the beauty, all of the pain
In the loss, in the gain
I'm not afraid
In these moments, drowned in comfort
Have I come blind to what I was?
As forgotten souls are lost in an empire
I would have died to give you hope
(I've been thinking about you, and I know I might have to)
In the end these church bells won't ring out my love
world
through
hurting
running
heart
faith
forgotten
every
daughter
drowned
beauty
church
quiet
comfort
chance
empire
burdened
about
resound
lived
bells
thinking
would
sinners
bright
start
blind
break
souls
burning
lights
looking
might
walls
moments
mourning
stars
afraid
never
these
night
orphans
align
saints
people
silent
speak
steps
changed
streets
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