Forlorn Hope

Well they say God cried when he made me
A broken soul mended with grief
I carry this weight without a rope
Like the good book wrote

Oh Benji won't you come with me
Your hands are dirty you've been off your feet
You can beg for mercy or pick up your smoke
Just abandon your Forlorn Hope

Well my minds made up but say your prayers
Shun your lord and ask him why he failed
Speak your truth, bare your roots
Or choose abuse

Oh Benji was an honest man
He laid he hat where he shouldn't have
He begged for mercy and he picked up his smoke
Where he left his Forlorn Hope

Well they say God cried when he made me
A broken soul mended with grief
I carry this weight without a rope
Like the good book wrote

Oh Anji won't you come with me
Your hands are dirty, you've been off your feet
You can beg for mercy or pick up your smoke
Just abandon your Forlorn Hope

Well they say God cried when he made me



Credits
Writer(s): Arron Jacques
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