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There are things we build to tear downWe know, but still ask ourselves, "WhyDid we build a shelter of iceIn a desert so hot and dry?"There are seeds we plant then deny our loveBut secretly pray for rainAnd when the sprouts grow up through the snow,We feel only shameIt's the hymns we lost when we were youngThat we now search for beneath the sunIt's the prayers of our mothers to keep us safe from the seaThat swallows the children that swim too deepThere are sails meant never to raiseNever to know the windsLeaving our ship alone and adriftThinking only of where it has beenThere's a place I'm trying to get toIt's right in front of meThere's a line on your bodyWhere the horizon meets the seaIt's the hymns we lost when we were youngThat we now search for beneath the sunIt's the prayers of our mothers to keep us safe from the seaThat swallows the children that swim too deep From Letras Mania