Some People, facing evil conditions
Tired, broken, dismantled, and worn
Fighting invisible battles and warfare

Losing, but trusting you've already won

It won't be too long, so no more crying

We will sing the songs up in Zion

Shoulders, aching from carrying burdens

The weight of the world is no matter of speech
Some loved ones are already there and they're waiting
Til one day when you get to see them again


Don't cry
It won't be long.