I've seen the evil so many hands have donenI've seen the beauty of the earth and of the setting sunnAnd on my knees I've begged for battles to be wonnBut when we bleed no more, what do we become?nnAnd when at last we breathe our final precious breathnI hope there's something morenWhat are we hoping for?n(What are we yearning for?)nnWithout a guiding hand we wander endlesslynAm I a fool to seek release from all that's killing me?nWhen time has passed for once held cetaintiesnA need remains: a refuge from your miserynnAnd when at last we breathe our final precious breathnAnd when at last we're summoned unto deathnIs there an open door?nWill there be any more?nWhat will remain from all these dying things we're living for?nnI've seen the evil so many hands have donenI've seen the beauty of the earth and of the setting sunnAnd on my knees I've cried to you for battles to be wonnWill you be standing there when the dying is done?