Makr

beyond the grace of god
extend the hands that pray upon
what you made yourself
which much results from
been alone before, now alone again
and it's nothing of concern
to your "king" at throne

we're finally back in place
and who but me to
ask of us a word and ask of us a song
haven't any answers, since you've been gone
there's a wind now at my back
what you must think of me!
i'm free!
i'm free!

maker, my maker
you've been on my mind
my maker
and oh
you let me down
you let me down