In a world surrounded by torture, they're innocent but feeling the painnWho knows how long this will last as they sit with thoughts and hope in vainnHow long can they wait forever with no promise that this will subside?nAnd the devil finds his hands are full as he dishes out this curse of pridennTime belongs to you nThey're lost to younnYour lips and heart seem so far apart,nStood still with a notion (but followed with emotion)nAs life begins, unloved without sin, untouched by devotionnTime seeks the motion nownnSo now we wait, until the next chance passes us bynWe wait, until the next chance passes us bynnLet themnPass usnBy asnWenPass