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 Under fears you restore your 
 Like an  man in church on a Sunday,
 All  dirt on your elbows and knees,
 Any  you know you could die.
 
  come save us, turn water to wine,
 Give me words, of  wisdom,
 As I'm crossing  enemy's line,
 Where the  and dead show the way.
 
 (Show me  way)
 
 Tell me when the night is 
 Like washed away,
 Make a wish beneath the mourning 
 
 How could there  a reason for war?
 For the  of a human that suffers
 I remember, I heard  before,
 Tell  all when the new day begins.
 
 (The new  begins)
 
  me when the night is gone,
 Like washed away,
 Make a wish beneath  mourning star.
 When  victory is won,
 The old cliché,
 Underneath the same old mourning 
 
 (Why, victory,  tell me why)
  pain, you've heard all this pain)
 (Tell me why)
 
 Tell me when  night is gone,
 Like washed away,
 Make a wish  the mourning star.
 When  victory is won,
 The old cliché,
  the same old mourning star.