Through The Years

I'm making my way,each morning I pray for you!

Oh See!It is still the day the world begins....
And the city rises from its own fire prophets,
I'm gonna do what I've been asked to do by the soiled angels,
(What if I had been bold in real time ?)

The One you'd choose : were you then led by him...?
A refugee you're,won't you be paroled in real time,
God's angels are again prepared to be-Satan-forlorn....
(There's absolutely nothing I can do to save you from the Beasts)

After you died , nobody came.....nobody came to help me,
For that I know you're never gonna forgive me,
In my dreams ,every night, I see the waves upon the sand.
(You know the winds of peace are blowing ?)

Because I'm making my way,each morning I pray for you....
Through the blood and through the flames I can hear those Christmas bells,
Because I'm making my way , each morning I pray for you....
Just For You....Just For You...Just For You.
            
                 P.S. This is for some estranged friends of mine,
I hope they'll make it,
One day they'll see the light.Someday....