Sanders Bohlke - The war lyrics

Oh your Sunday dress ain't too much for armor Oh for me, my mother's son Said you were from a wretched father Oh the sweet swift of the silent gun Oh my knees are praying for water Holy city, fall to me Oh and watch the face of this burning brother Oh and bury me with mercy Well I may worry Well I may speak Well I may see war in this money May I never worry May I never speak May I never see the hour of disbelief Will you right these wrongs if this shall be? Well I may show love, oh pray for me And if I rise from these flames and the misery Will you mend these wings that I'm flying with? Well I may worry Well I may speak Well I may see war in this money May I never worry May I never worry May I never see the hour of disbelief May I never see the hour of disbelief Will you right these wrongs if this shall be? Will you mend these wings that I'm flying with?