I Give the Word

I come in peace, before a storm
I come to give, to save the poor
I bring with me a tattered flag
Of righteous men, shot in the back

I raise my hand to stop a fight
I bring the city a modest light
Who will sing the fettered song?
They'll make you sing it all day long 

Courage and strength, don't leave me
I have more work to do
Darkness and fire bereave me
I need something to hold on to

I walk in fire, through the flames
I know, deep down, we're all the same
Now won't you fight me, face to face?
Luck is now my saving grace.

Courage and strength, don't leave me
I have more work to do
Darkness and fire bereave me
I need something to hold on to

Oh, oooh, oh
Oh, oooh, oh 

Courage and strength, don't leave me
I have more work to do
Darkness and fire bereave me
I need something to hold on to

The End

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