These times are trying me like a fire up to my eyes
With widespread wings I'm free but my feet and hands are tied
Baby baby baby we could cut these ropes and together we would fly
There's a city of gold past these times
If we make it out alive
Miracles untold baby past these times
Past these times
These times are holding us with a shackle and a sword
But if we truly see it's our thoughts and nothing more
Baby baby baby we could break these chains and together we would soar
There's a fountain of blood past these times
Where tears will never cry
It's a river of love baby past these times
Past these times