Let’s make this happen.
Let me at the truth which will refresh my broken mind.
So tie me to a post and block my ears,
I can see widows and orphans through my tears.
I know my cold despite my faults and despite my growing fears.
Let me at the truth which will refresh my broken mind.
So tie me to a post and block my ears,
I can see widows and orphans through my tears.
I know my cold despite my faults and despite my growing fears.