• Coming To See

    Pretty eyes that look so inocent
    But truly they aren't
    They never look away form me
    But never meet my eyes
    Guilt covers them over
    And pain bears it's name

    Those pretty eyes shearch for freedom,
    But are blind to see
    That He's right there in front of them.
    Where is the key?
    Freedom holds out his hand
    The eyes never move.

    "Come and, stay with me
    come and see!" Freedom cries.

    Lost in the world
    And crowded by hate
    The Key is His heart
    It's never too late.

    Freedom can stand no longer while you just sit there and ponder
    should you move,
    should you not?
    Maybe so,
    Mabye not.

    You imbecile!
    Freedom stands for you,
    Move to Him!
    He will never let you fall!
    Do you doubt His strenght, wisodm and love?

    You see the world and where it satnds,
    And you beckon with a helping hand.
    Freedom rings across the land!
    Freedom rings across the land!

    They can't see you
    no one can.
    They are blind to see...
    you

    Pretty eyes that look so innocent
    The cycle begins