Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Father, Son & Holy Ghost lyrics

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you were the dream that survived <br />lost in the darkness of eternity <br />you were the hope kept alive <br />embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see <br />you had a beauty denied <br />you were the moment <br />but here in this night <br />where your dream carries on <br />never quite there but it’s never quite gone <br />you are the star that is wished upon <br />forever <br />you were the one that believed <br />long past when belief was a memory <br />the child time would never concede <br />faith and tomorrow and all of the things that might be <br />you had a beauty denied <br />a glittering moment <br />but here in this night <br />where your dream carries on <br />never quite there but it’s never quite gone <br />you are the star that is wished upon <br />forever <br />do you believe in night <br />does it hold you close <br />when you’re at your last card <br />pray hard, father, son & holy ghost <br />still the night rolls on <br />brings you to your knees <br />when you look back that far <br />each scar, suddenly just starts to bleed <br />the night it keeps burning <br />while twisting and turning <br />its way to tomorrow <br />its joys and its sorrows <br />our secrets beneath her <br />we drive each stake deeper <br />then offer to barter <br />but each deal is harder <br />the cloaks we keep changing <br />while gliding through weddings <br />of nights to their morning <br />of dreams to their dawning <br />while reaching for moments <br />the world has forbidden <br />the kindness inside them <br />so carefully hidden <br />the pages keep turning <br />but no-one is learning <br />they feed them to pyres <br />to stoke up their fires <br />of ignorance, apathy <br />forbidding charity <br />the flames they grow higher <br />could such be desired <br />and christ and confucius <br />are all their words useless <br />we quote them in fractions <br />but not in our actions <br />aurelius, and hugo <br />auden and gibran <br />the words they have written <br />seem so quickly gone <br />for somewhere there’s dirt <br />that was once reddish mud <br />from soaking up liquid <br />that was a man’s blood <br />but both earth and god <br />they have deemed to forgive <br />so each year in the spring <br />new flowers do live <br />and of all the authors <br />your favorite was wilde <br />with each timeless story <br />all penned with such style <br />of fairytale kingdoms <br />where ogres save children <br />and no gardens have walls <br />so all children might use them <br />and since that’s the ending <br />you valued the most <br />you cling to that card <br />father, son & holy ghost <br />father, son & holy ghost <br />father, son & holy ghost <br />father, son & holy ghost <br />father, son & holy... <br />but here in this night <br />where your dream carries on <br />never quite there but it’s never quite gone <br />you are the star that is wished upon <br />forever <br /><br /><br />