That We May One Day Be the Same - Comrades

Oh my friends

Were we lied to

Were we dreaming?

My love’s gone

I don’t believe

As I once did

With outstretched arms

I search for You

My hands tremble

(With open eyes, I strain my sight.)

I see nothing

Beaten and naked

We are formless

Searching for someone to repaint us

I could not know

What I’d been taught

Was who You are

When it was not

Goodness from

Eternal hands

It wasn’t glory

I want Your heart

To beat with mine

I’ve spent myself

Keeping time

Give up this ghost

This eidolon

It isn’t glory

Glory