This Morning I Sat To Read The Paper,
The Fog Was Lifting A Little Late.
Each Day Someone Was Dying,
And That's All I Seem To Notice.
Lord Separate Me From This Mess,
The World Is Dying Its Just That Clear.
The Separation Of You From Us,
Its Killing Me, Its Killing Us.
Chorus: Look On,
Forward To The End.
Press On,
Cause This Time We Wont Be Stopped.
Forgiveness In You Is The Next Hardest Thing,
Then Giving Your Life For Strangers.
A Lasting Impression Can Fuel This Move,
And Love Will Always Over Come