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EbTwo months is Bbtoo little
GmThey let him go, Cmthey had no
AbSudden heaBbling
EbTo think that Bbprovidence would
GmTake a child from hisCm mother while she Abprays
Is apBbpalling
Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and why should we be saved
From nightmares
We're asking why this happens
To us, who have died to live
It's unfair
Chrous:
This is what it Ebmeans to be Gmheld, how it Cmfeels
When the Bbsacred is Ebtorn from your lGmife
And Cmyou survBbive
This is what it Ebis to be Gmloved, and to Cmknow
That the Bbpromise was when eEbverything fGmell
We'd Cmbe heBbld
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it, let the hatred numb
Our sorrow
The wise hand opens slowly
To lillies of the valley and
Tomorrow
AmIf hope is Fborn of Csuffering G
AmIf this is Fonly theC beginningG
AmCan we not wait for Eone hour
Watching Cfor our SavDmior
Chrous (Key of C#)
This is what it Gbmeans to be Bbmheld, how it fEbmeels
When the Dbsacred is Gbtorn from your lBbmife
And Ebmyou surviDbve
This is what it Gbis to be Bbmloved, and to kEbmnow
That the Dbpromise was when eGbverything fBbmell
We'd Ebmbe helDbd
GbBbmEbmDb
This is what it Gbis to be Bbmloved, and to kEbmnow
That the Dbpromise was when eGbverything fBbmell
We'd Ebmbe helDbd
GbBbmEbmDb
This is what Gbit means to be Bbmheld
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