On Your Wings

God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground
God, there's a hangman that wants to come aroundHow we rise when we're born
like the ravens in the corn
on their wings, on our knees
crawling careless from the seaGod, give us love in the time that we haveGod, there are guns growing out of our bones
God, every road takes us farther from homeAll these men that you made
how we wither in the shade
of your trees, on your wings
we are carried to the seaGod, give us love in the time that we have