This morning I sat to read the paper,

the fog was lifting a little late.

Each day someone was dying,

and that's all I seem to notice.

Lord Separate me from this mess,

the world is dying its just that clear.

The separation of You from us,

its killing me, its killing us.

Chorus: Look on,

forward to the end.

Press on,

cause this time we wont be stopped.

Forgiveness in You is the next hardest thing,

then giving your life for strangers.

A lasting impression can fuel this move,

and love will always over come.