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Mother-I reach out for you,

As I lay upon this wait of godliness

I sigh for a while and wonder your holiness.

Brother-the fires upon our hearts,

Are brighter now than ever before.

It is the sign of the end, I see, as it becomes fulfilled.

Wounds in my hands, wounds in my feet;

Wound in my side, wound inside deep;

Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul...

Father-why have you forsaken me?

I can't believe weight of this loneliness.

Still I ask of thee, to forgive them for

They don't know what they do.

Wounds in my hands, wounds in my feet;

Wound in my side, wound inside deep;

Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul...

Wounds in my hand, wounds in my feet;

Wound in my side, wound inside deep;

Wounds in my hand, wounds in my feet;

Wounds in my flesh, wound in my soul;

Wounds in my hands, in my heart, in my soul...

In my flesh...In my soul...