Father forgive them, they know not what they do

ch 2: Father forgive us, we know not what we do

They see me lying in the street, yet never lend a hand

The night goes by while they're asleep, yet I'm still in the sand

And I cry each night for their blinded eyes

That never, never seem to see.

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They call me friend when they're in need, I know it's all a sham.

For when my sufferings make me weep, they simply wash their hands,

And I'm left alone in despair to moan;

They'll never, never understand.

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We crucified your son in shame, his message we ignored,

Though time has passed, we're still the same, indifferent as before,

And he dies each day in our hearts of clay

O father, teach us how to love.

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