Come Here

Held the secret crown
His nation wouldn't go down
Not known by his people
Would grow to be a hero
Though he died so very young
He brought them complete freedom

Little Boy with the weight of the world on your shoulder
Come here Prodigal Son
Come to your Beholder
Little Boy with the weight of the world on your shoulder
Come here Prodigal Son
Come to your Beholder

Her Husband waiting for her
Her voice made to be heard
Crowned with the dignity
Of her heart's purity
All she touched transformed to gold
To be light in this world

Beautiful Girl, the most beautiful of this world
Come here my bride, come bring me all of your hurt
Beautiful Girl, the most beautiful of this world
Come here my bride, come bring me all of your hurt

Little Boy with the weight of the world on your shoulder
Come here Prodigal Son
Come to your Beholder
Beautiful Girl, the most beautiful of this world
Come here my bride, come bring me all of your hurt



Credits
Writer(s): Clara Lötterle
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