The world is not ready for love
We corrupt the finest works of nature (we corrupt nature’s works)
The soil is tinged with hate and good intentions

Like a flower
The beauty is powerfull
And the smell can last a lifetime
Nature is wise and leaves it's marks
The eyes are wide open
But we can’t see through our judgements

What I deserve for let god’s purest creation die?
Everyone I love is running out of time

All I have is my story to tell
I met a man who carried in his soul
The touch of god and the weight of the world
The eyes are wide open
But we can’t see through our judgements

What I deserve for let god’s purest creation die?
Everyone I love is running out of time
And I’ll walk miles and miles condemned to be alive
For I received the healing gift of life

The purest creation of god
Has touched my soul
Condemning me to live
Through miles of time
I must watch all I love die

What I deserve for let god’s purest creation die?
Everyone I love is running out of time

What I deserve for let god’s purest creation die?
Everyone I love is running out of time
And I’ll walk miles and miles condemned to be alive
For I received the healing gift of life