Mother, how far did you deviate?
Alone in the dark as you would meditate
Did you conceive of us when in multitude above
Bearing us forth in labour pains of love?
The bridge collapsed but you took the stone
From the ash an altar raised, you rebuilt your home
Hunger for concourse, you brought us to life
Crawling, standing, running, towards the light
And though we'll face the spite of thousands
And cynics they will try to tempt and change our minds
We'll keep our faith alive, we'll raise our voices
And scream it from our hearts; God loves her children
God loves her children
Blinded in the conclave we offer our trust
Shaking and bound in the angel lust
Our mouths are open, we wait to receive
A sign and the straps of truth of what we believe
And though we'll face the spite of thousands
Non-believers they will try to tempt and change our minds
We'll keep our faith alive, we'll raise our voices
And scream it from our hearts; God loves her children
And though we'll face the spite of thousands
And cynics they will try to tempt and change our minds
We know we'll never die alone and frightened
Just closer to the last communion without her
We'll keep our faith alive, we'll raise our voices
And scream it from our hearts; God loves her children
The passion, the pain, our bodies ache, we cry your name
