With the Ancestors
You May wonder when you look at me
Why I look so worn
My soul longing to be free
Is captured in a storm
It visits here and there it does
With ancestors come and gone
And it wonders when It will finally drop
The bonds of its earthly form
Come and gone
Everything that we've prayed on
The ancestors only know
What awaits our wretched souls
For manufactured dreams
We'd scrape, claw and fight
As if power, fame, or fortune
Could shed the darkness of this night
The night of a restless spirit
Trying to find their way home
And knowing only the thorns that cover
The path on which they roam
Come and gone
Everything that we've prayed on
The ancestors only know
What awaits our wretched souls
We worship bodies when they're young,
As dreams to be bought and sold
And we cry over them when the passage of time
Has wrapped them in its fold
Like children who have yet to learn
The simple facts of life
We cover our eyes to death
Until it comforts our bedside
Come and gone
Everything that we've prayed on
The ancestors only know
What awaits our wretched souls
Won't you take me, oh take me Lord
Into your embrace
Won't you take me, oh take me Lord
I'm fed up with this place
I'm fed up with this place oh Lord
I'm fed up with this place
We have found a way to turn
Your love into hate
Come and gone
Everything that we've prayed on
The ancestors only know
What awaits our wretched souls
The ancestors only know
What awaits our wretched souls
Why I look so worn
My soul longing to be free
Is captured in a storm
It visits here and there it does
With ancestors come and gone
And it wonders when It will finally drop
The bonds of its earthly form
Come and gone
Everything that we've prayed on
The ancestors only know
What awaits our wretched souls
For manufactured dreams
We'd scrape, claw and fight
As if power, fame, or fortune
Could shed the darkness of this night
The night of a restless spirit
Trying to find their way home
And knowing only the thorns that cover
The path on which they roam
Come and gone
Everything that we've prayed on
The ancestors only know
What awaits our wretched souls
We worship bodies when they're young,
As dreams to be bought and sold
And we cry over them when the passage of time
Has wrapped them in its fold
Like children who have yet to learn
The simple facts of life
We cover our eyes to death
Until it comforts our bedside
Come and gone
Everything that we've prayed on
The ancestors only know
What awaits our wretched souls
Won't you take me, oh take me Lord
Into your embrace
Won't you take me, oh take me Lord
I'm fed up with this place
I'm fed up with this place oh Lord
I'm fed up with this place
We have found a way to turn
Your love into hate
Come and gone
Everything that we've prayed on
The ancestors only know
What awaits our wretched souls
The ancestors only know
What awaits our wretched souls
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