John Mark McMillan - Ten Thousand

LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang

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Ten thousand glimmering like coals in our chest

Ball bearings drawn to the magnetic breath

Of ten thousand weeping with wings on their tears

Amidst ten thousand voices for ten thousand years

For ten thousand graves yawning unlocked and unlatched

Now ten thousand holes with rocks on their backs

Ten thousand tombs gaping wide singing the praise

Of ten thousand bodies unlaced and unlaid

As the ten thousand highways unfold their doors

For the ten thousand standing on Nineveh's shores

Where the blood of a husband silences wars

For the girl who rises to meet him

And she sings

World, I have overcome you

World, I have overcome you

World, I have overcome

By my song and the blood of a son

Ten thousand rivers

Run red like my veins

Where the bones of men hum

Like a rattling cage

For sinew to cling to

And wind to remain

In ten thousand lungs

For ten thousand days

Breathing like a choir

Of holes in the ground

Where the cynical have lain

Where the cynical go down

Save the gravity of time

Lets go of her drowned

Like ten thousand sparrows

Unlocked and unwound

As the ten thousand highways unfold their doors

For the ten thousand standing on Nineveh's shores

Where the blood of a husband silences wars

For the girl who rises to meet him

And she sings

World, I have overcome you

World, I have overcome you

World, I have overcome

By my song and the blood of a son

And she sings

World, I have overcome you

World, I have overcome you

World, I have overcome

By my song and the blood of a son