Text: Brian Kennedy. Great War Of Words. Open Arms.

I come to your big door, only to leave as poor
Don?t the reasons always mean to be pure to another
When we are not so understood, will I find something good
The more things lead to harm with open arms
That take the need away

Love came to ease and tame all that had seeded shame
My relieving seems to frail to be named, ever needing
When we are not so understood, will I find something good
More things lead to harm with open arms
That take the need away

Don?t the reasons always mean to be pure to another
But I don?t feel many

When we are not so understood will I find something good
More things lead to harm with open arms
That take the need away

Open your arms
Open your arms