(1) The Last Days - The Garden
My disciples and I, tired and weakSit here alone, for them I weep
I asked them to pray to give me strength
For they do not know of all the great lengths
The things I am doing to save their souls
From the fiery depths when the darkness rolls
Rolls over the earth when the end comes
As I think about that I begin to grow numb
Numb just thinking of what I am to do
To do for them, to do for you
I sit here alone as they sleep
Sweating blood, tears rolling down my cheeks
My disciples and I, tired and weak
Sit here alone, for them I weep
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