Plans
4 years gone to waste
3 words said in haste
By double-minded, eager lips
Whose hearts were loosened by slow sips
Of hasty hormones, full and fast
But then, how could it last? How could it last?
Blinded from the truth
Careless in their youth
His eyes were throwing lies like knives
All her defenses compromised
Till all that's left are wilted sighs
And plans never to thrive, never to thrive
We were all created to be royalty and heirs
We were all fated to be Kings of our shares
But we are all hated by the prince of the air
Who's blowing down, down to the ground
Our crowns, our hopes, our plans
Beaten by the past
4 years dying fast
By Lizzie Bordens chopping down
The trunks of trust latched in the ground
Was love a lie, or just a sound
Of hope drowned?
We were all created to be royalty and heirs
We were all fated to be Kings of our shares
But we are all hated by the prince of the air
Who's blowing down, down to the ground
Our crowns, our hopes, our plans
So where do we go?
We've got nothing to show
For our schemes and our plans
But You're still holding our hands
Just like when it began
We were all created to be more
And still our Creator stands at the door
3 words said in haste
By double-minded, eager lips
Whose hearts were loosened by slow sips
Of hasty hormones, full and fast
But then, how could it last? How could it last?
Blinded from the truth
Careless in their youth
His eyes were throwing lies like knives
All her defenses compromised
Till all that's left are wilted sighs
And plans never to thrive, never to thrive
We were all created to be royalty and heirs
We were all fated to be Kings of our shares
But we are all hated by the prince of the air
Who's blowing down, down to the ground
Our crowns, our hopes, our plans
Beaten by the past
4 years dying fast
By Lizzie Bordens chopping down
The trunks of trust latched in the ground
Was love a lie, or just a sound
Of hope drowned?
We were all created to be royalty and heirs
We were all fated to be Kings of our shares
But we are all hated by the prince of the air
Who's blowing down, down to the ground
Our crowns, our hopes, our plans
So where do we go?
We've got nothing to show
For our schemes and our plans
But You're still holding our hands
Just like when it began
We were all created to be more
And still our Creator stands at the door
Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Joyce Minsk
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