Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Father, Son & Holy Ghost Lyrics

[Mrs. Cozier]You were the dream that survivedLost in the darkness of eternityYou were the hope kept aliveEmbraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite seeYou had a beauty deniedYou were the momentBut here in this nightWhere your dream carries onNever quite there but it's never quite goneYou are the star that is wished uponForeverYou were the one that believedLong past when belief was a memoryThe child time would never concedeFaith and tomorrow and all of the things that might beYou had a beauty deniedA glittering momentBut here in this nightWhere your dream carries onNever quite there but it's never quite goneYou are the star that is wished uponForever[Then in a sudden, unexpected,visceral voice, she raged against all those citizensof apathy and willful ignorance who lived behind the sacrifices of others.]We thought evil deadKilled by our own swordBut evil is patient'Til the future grows boredDo you believe in nightDoes it hold you closeWhen you're at your last cardPray hard, Father, Son & Holy GhostStill the night rolls onBrings you to your kneesWhen you look back that farEach scar, suddenly just starts to bleedThe night it keeps burningWhile twisting and turningIts way to tomorrowIts joys and its sorrowsOur secrets beneath herWe drive each stake deeperThen offer to barterBut each deal is harderThe cloaks we keep changingWhile gliding through weddingsOf nights to their morningOf dreams to their dawningWhile reaching for momentsThe world has forbiddenThe kindness inside themSo carefully hiddenThe pages keep turningBut no-one is learningThey feed them to pyresTo stoke up their firesOf ignorance, apathyForbidding charityThe flames they grow higherCould such be desiredAnd christ and ConfuciusAre all their words uselessWe quote them in fractionsBut not in our actionsAurelius, and HugoAuden and GibranThe words they have writtenSeem so quickly goneFor somewhere there's dirtThat was once reddish mudFrom soaking up liquidThat was a man's bloodBut both earth and godThey have deemed to forgiveSo each year in the springNew flowers do liveAnd of all the authorsYour favorite was WildeWith each timeless storyAll penned with such styleOf fairytale kingdomsWhere ogres save childrenAnd no gardens have wallsSo all children might use themAnd since that's the endingYou valued the mostYou cling to that cardFather, Son & Holy GhostFather, Son & Holy GhostFather, Son & Holy GhostFather, Son & Holy GhostFather, Son & Holy...But here in this nightWhere your dream carries onNever quite there but it's never quite goneYou are the star that is wished uponForever