The passings through this life   Is a maze of golden thorns   So straight and narrow   We could not be a scorned   On my knees I pray too long   But I'm challenged by the sting that's so wrong   A blessing, no, they wouldn't think so   Well I close my eyes to become      The Song   The Song   The Song      The angels speak to me   Thoughts of you are what would be   But the shadows they seem so right   Their wings are dirty white   Think I'll pass, pass them by before I'm lovin or livin a lie      On my knees I pray too long but I'm   Challenged by the sting that's so wrong   A blessing, no, they wouldn't think so      Well I close my eyes to become      The Song   The Song   The Song   The Song