The crier will cry
The liar will lie
And my God will live forever
You have not the time
For my faults are mine
And you shall deceive me never
Crying to
The God that I once knew
I know my strength
Yet I am the weakest link
To know and to love
Is what we really want
But to think and to call
Is yet another fault
My shadow thrown down
On the cold ground
As the lavendar starts to bloom
A hinder of white
A glorious light
Till the whole world is doomed
Crying to
The God that I once knew
I know my strength
Yet I am the weakest link
To know and to love
Is what we really want
But to think and to call
Is yet another fault
I am no more
I am no more
On this shore of late
I am no more forever
I am no more
I am no more
On this shore of late
I am no more forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem