5 years have come and gone,
as will we all ere long,
but now, and together we are strong,
for just a season, and a song,

But someday soon, we shall depart,
a piece in each and every heart,
as I awaken in the holy light,
I weep, and rage at that good night

For what colour are our souls;
Black as sin or white as snow?
Are we washed in the Holy Blood,
or are we bound in sin's flood?

I pray this fear leaves me,
and pray that from this curse we're free,
When I perish on that fateful day,
I shall find who knew the way.

But what colour are our souls;
Black as sin or white as snow?
Are we washed in the Holy Blood,
or are we bound in sin's flood?

Fiery fear in this sinner's heart,
but not for me, I do impart,
prayers and love to all my kin,
in hopes that they will be let in.

But what colour are our souls;
Black as sin or white as snow?
Are we washed in the Holy Blood,
or are we bound in sin's flood?

I was born in a lot of five,
I wish we were all alive.
But four are doomed by their sin,
unless they let the Spirit in.

But what colour are our souls;
Black as sin or white as snow?
Are we washed in the Holy Blood,
or are we bound in sin's flood?

Some Matters are beyond control,
but others still are our goal.
Who is saved when we lie?
We will all know when we die.

But what colour are our souls;
Black as sin or white as snow?
Are we washed in the Holy Blood,
or are we bound in sin's flood?

Shaken chains fall to our knees,
broken off at our pleas,
If I fail to redeem their souls,
I know my joy will then annul.

So what colour are our souls;
Black as sin or white as snow?
Are we washed in the Holy Blood,
or are we bound in sin's flood?

The pain I feel, hides inside of me,
wishing to be set free,
I release it to do its work,
and I retreat to hide and lurk

I am saved I know this well,
redeemed by blood in Isreal.
But my siblings, they fell away,
and I don't know what to say.

So help me to redeem their souls,
as they achieve their goals,
but if first they cease to fight,
then help me not to curse the Light.

Their actions do not reflect on You,
the Holy One; The Tried and True,
Make them washed in the Holy Blood,
and clean their souls of sin's mud.

With this prayer, I conclude my dream,
not knowing if all's as it seems,
take my siblings; soften their hearts,
and take them Home, when each departs.