Ohh, My dear friend.
What duty do you bid to me?
To prosper.
To grow.
To learn.
To respect?
Ohh, My dear friend,
What lies beneath the surface?
Of the broken.
The damned.
The hurt.
The decieved?
Ohh, My dear friend,
To who hadn't disagreed.
This chaos.
This serenity.
Disaster.
And this dream?
Ohh, My dear friend.
Ohh, My dear friend.

Ohh, My dear child,
Who has't the way of god.
To accept.
To listen.
To hear.
To succeed?
Ohh, My dear child,
Who in the midst of time?
Become scared.
Sccared.
Lustful.
Torn apart?
Ohh, My dear child,
Raise up to the fathers footsteps?
Praise.
Gather.
Unite.
Speak?
Ohh, My dear child.
Ohh, My dear chile.

Flaws galore,
With mistakes so serene.
Turn around.
Only to come to see,
Lies and pain,
Hidden beneath.
"Father, Oh father,
Help us breathe."
But child after child.
And friend after friend.
You believe,
You believed.
Have you seen?
Look around.
You dissapeared.
You believed in something,
That might not even be there.
Now you're gone.
I'm by myself.
"Father, Oh father,
Help us breathe."
You prayed these lines with me.
Only ignorance can see.

Ohh, My dear lord.
Ohh, My dear friend.
Ohh, My dear child.
What duty do you bid to me?