In My Hands

I’ve got the world in my hands I hope you understand I’ve got the world in my hands Time for to make my stand Left foot Conflict Murky rivers And washed away Soot A beginners fee Listen And you will hear The lasting cry’s Of a sinner’s Final plea In merit We cherish This burgundy Life Equals stains of mercury Polished soldiers Built within the words of me Yet for so many days They lone only to murder me How can we go on In spite of those Whom wish us gone As a nomad On these evenings Of dusk I roam Tomorrow Just may bring about A place of fiction A far way home A similar addiction