Unfinished Business - Paul Mounsey

The chains are broken,

And the door is open wide,

Our eyes adjusting,

To the light that was denied.

And the voices ringing out now,

Beyond the hill and glen,

Sing of freedom,

And bring a sense of wonder.

We remember,

An age that never was,

Choose the story,

To fit a noble cause.

But the lonely deep of sorrow,

That cores the world to its heart,

Speaks of freedom,

And brings a sense of wonder.

(Unfinished business)

And the world goes spinning round.

(Unfinished business)

And I will love you,

Beyond all thought of time,

We’ll watch the first steps,

Of this distant child of mine.

And the rain that falls like teardrops,

Beyond the hill and glen,

Sounds like freedom,

And brings a sense of wonder.

(Unfinished business)

And the world goes spinning round.

(Unfinished business)

As the silence bears the sound.

(Unfinished business)

As the void brings forth the light.

(Unfinished business)

As the day gives way to night.

And the lonely deep of sorrow,

That cores the world to its heart,

Speaks of freedom,

And brings a sense of wonder.

Sounds like freedom,

And brings a sense of wonder.