Cup of Sorrow

I wanna drink from your cup of sorrow,
I wanna wash in your holy blood.
I wanna sleep with the promise of tomorrow,
I know tomorrow may never come.
I’ll send a pray out across the ocean,
To a man that forced out of his home.
I’ll send a pray out across the ocean,
So that he may not suffer there alone.
I wanna drink from your cup of sorrow,
I wanna wash in your holy blood.
I wanna sleep with the promise of tomorrow,
I know tomorrow may never come.
I wanna sit at your table of wisdom,
So that not one crumb shall go to waste,
For if we keep down this pathway to destruction,
Well, our children will suffer for our haste.
I wanna drink from your cup of sorrow,
I wanna wash in your holy blood.
I wanna sleep with the promise of tomorrow,
I know tomorrow may never come