| Three Day Thoughts I must stand tall, I must be strong, I can not fall, Here I belong. The twisted thorns, They bleed me well. The angel's horns, They cast my spell. And I can't fall down Cause if I do I'll break this crown, Lose all of you. Though I know I'll break I must go on. These sins I'll take Until they're gone. My arms outstretched, My head hangs low, On my cross is etched What my believers know. It's here I hang And it's here I die. Wish I could explain And tell my mother why, Why her son must die, She can't understand Why your stubborn hand Won't join with mine. |