Good monsters

All the good monsters open their eyes To see the wasteland where the home fires rise And the people shouting, "Why, why, why" Do you know what you are? Do you know what you are? All of the...

When I go, don't cry for me In my Father's arms I'll be The wounds this world left on my soul Will all be healed and I'll be whole. Sun and moon will be replaced With the light of Jesus' face And I...