Better Days

And deep within the depth of me Blaspheme And there's nothing left to me The last scene Dear Lord what has become of you Are you Looking down at me Through the trees can you see what I see The rage in me The evils taken over me In your absentee And even through the doubt Without a doubt shall you call upon my help Thy Lord you have my sword Forevermore But until that day I see your face Your holy Grace I'll fight my way through the fiery haze For better brighter Days