There have been lightened roads and shadowed paths we’ve crossed.
We have seen the darkness of their hearts and felt the chill of being lost.
We knew not of the lengthy time, nor of the looming cost.
We knew only of the truth, and of the parent that was not.

We have waited, listened, fought, and spoken.
We have seen her cheat, and lie, and turn golden hearts into broken.
We’ve prayed and hoped, and watched her take unearned tokens.
A dark haze she casts on you once the box of truth is opened.

As for now, we wait, and hope, and still we pray.
We, righteous, pray for truth and for hardened hearts to melt away.
Evil has clouded our skies; the ones of wickedness have smirked as we have paid.
Though we paid in cash and heartache, right now we are to say…
“Coming are white horses, finished is your day.”

Finished Is Your Day
There have been lightened roads and shadowed paths we’ve crossed.
We have seen the darkness of their hearts and felt the chill of being lost.
We knew not of the lengthy time, nor of the looming cost.
We knew only of the truth, and of the parent that was not.

We have waited, listened, fought, and spoken.
We have seen her cheat, and lie, and turn golden hearts into broken.
We’ve prayed and hoped, and watched her take unearned tokens.
A dark haze she casts on you once the box of truth is opened.

As for now, we wait, and hope, and still we pray.
We, righteous, pray for truth and for hardened hearts to melt away.
Evil has clouded our skies; the ones of wickedness have smirked as we have paid.
Though we paid in cash and heartache, right now we are to say…
“Coming are white horses, finished is your day.”

Finished Is Your Day
There have been lightened roads and shadowed paths we’ve crossed.
We have seen the darkness of their hearts and felt the chill of being lost.
We knew not of the lengthy time, nor of the looming cost.
We knew only of the truth, and of the parent that was not.

We have waited, listened, fought, and spoken.
We have seen her cheat, and lie, and turn golden hearts into broken.
We’ve prayed and hoped, and watched her take unearned tokens.
A dark haze she casts on you once the box of truth is opened.

As for now, we wait, and hope, and still we pray.
We, righteous, pray for truth and for hardened hearts to melt away.
Evil has clouded our skies; the ones of wickedness have smirked as we have paid.
Though we paid in cash and heartache, right now we are to say…
“Coming are white horses, finished is your day.”