Over the sky

Over the sky
Over The Sky
Black clouds, for us, mortals.
Made by the hands and desire of a vindictive God,
Surrendering ones sword and life,
Letting us pay with our souls the right for our lives.
The words hide for all beyond a blackened sky
And that father upon is not real
Like a song for the night
Like a whispering claim
Hear the victory in your name

Remove this helmet from my face (can´t breathe)
See me here on my knees begging for mercy.
The crown is not (anymore) a signal of pride
The sword is not the finger of God.
The words hide for all beyond a blackened sky
And that father upon is not real
Like a song for the night
Like a whispering claim
Hear the victory in your name
Open your eyes, know it´s not the way
Why feel like falling? Falling for your lies
And now my voice won’t show so Strong
This time this pain reveals
Am I so blind to feel free?
Or still accept a lie?
Wish I´d had more time!
Please forgive me