Thy Kingdom Come کے بول

Why in the world do we feed all our leaders With treasure they steal from the poor? And why in the world do we seal them as keepers With measure of power we abhor? Behold in the sky is the rising son We let these chains be undone Thy kingdom come Thy will be done For he who has an ear, I pray that he might hear How many men must we damn to their passions Before we cry out in dismay? Yet time and again we just stand up for action Our words just get lost in the fray Why do we put such corruption in power We know they will fail and consume? Perhaps it is we who have failed as a people We reap what we sow in our tombs. Behold in the sky is the rising son We let these chains be undone Thy kingdom come Thy will be done For he who has an ear, I pray that he might hear