God I'm wrestling with the waiting again, again My impatience, a disease, in this cage for mice and men They say "Boy you better keep running" but this pace I can't sustain My head knows to trust You but the heart of me is slain
Faithful are the wounds of a Friend Faithful, Lord, the dealings of Your hand The troubles and the trials like the gold refined in fire Faithful are the wounds of a Friend
God these questions, they just won't leave me alone, alone, alone Will this crushing ever end or is this ache now my home? Am I a prisoner of hope or just the warden of my pain? My head knows to trust You but the heart of me is slain
Faithful are the wounds of a Friend Faithful, Lord, the dealings of Your hand The troubles and the trials like the gold refined in fire Faithful are the wounds of a Friend
And faithful are the wounds of a Friend Faithful like the tides pulled by Your hand I've learned to kiss the waves that push my soul into the caves Faithful are the wounds of a FriendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
