Mighty Sound 歌词

No more than a hundred years are we given And we spend most of that to sruvive than barely living As soon as we’re born, we’re starting to die, to be immortal is still just a lie Running a race, no one is winning Is it true in one man, we are forgiven That he held our souls in his hands from the beginning Or is this just one chance that we get to live our lives without regret Pay no heed to whether or not we are sinning Will we live forever, will the saints receive their crowns Will we be remembered, when we’re six feet under the ground Or can a short life, still make a mighty sound All the wars and disease and the cries and pleas and the fearing, And the faith that we had long ago now disappearing Millions of souls beg you to hear, for most of us you’re hardly near We still pray, hoping you’re listening Will this last forever, will our hopes and dreams be drowned Our prayers never remembered as our tears soaked through the ground Or can a small voice still make a mighty sound Can a fearful heart still find courage when there’s no more faith to be found Can a broken world, still make a mighty sound Will we live forever, will the lost and last be found Our sorrows never remembered, as every knee falls to the ground And a short life will make a mighty And a million voices will make a mighty And a broken world will make a mighty sound