All the things I did wrong I pray for a father to forgive For this providence I long Will I reach out forever? Behold the golden tower Of our savior's church Reaching up unto the every grey Our hope knows not d**h Numb to I's bated breath We may dream of a world With no sins for ghosts to forgive Yet in unwilling eyes I crave to see God arise! Behold the golden tower Of our savior's church Reaching up unto the ever grey Our hope knows not d**h... ...Until it too draws a final breath We must break and crack all bone Trying to hold up The continents he built Man must bear the task alone Bowed down beneath