On Distant Shores Five Iron Frenzy
"On Distant Shores" by Five Iron Frenzy, released in 1997, is a ska-punk song reflecting themes of longing and hope amidst struggles. The lyrics convey a desire for connection and peace, while the upbeat tempo and brass instrumentation create an uplifting sound. The song resonates with fans for its message of perseverance and faith. #SkaPunk
I have been scarred so deep by life and cold despair
And brittle bones were broken far beyond repair
I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never find
And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine
If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor
Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores
I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost
And I've been burned by this world's cold
Like leaves beneath the frost
On my knees I've crawled to You, bleeding myself dry
But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy
If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor
Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores
And off of the blocks, I was headstrong and proud
At the front of the line for the card-carrying, highbrowed
With both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight
Running at full tilt, my sword pulled from its hilt
It's funny how these things can slip away, our frail deeds
The last will wave good-bye
It's funny how the hope will bleed away
The citadels we build and fortify. Good-Bye
And brittle bones were broken far beyond repair
I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never find
And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine
If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor
Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores
I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost
And I've been burned by this world's cold
Like leaves beneath the frost
On my knees I've crawled to You, bleeding myself dry
But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy
If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor
Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores
And off of the blocks, I was headstrong and proud
At the front of the line for the card-carrying, highbrowed
With both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight
Running at full tilt, my sword pulled from its hilt
It's funny how these things can slip away, our frail deeds
The last will wave good-bye
It's funny how the hope will bleed away
The citadels we build and fortify. Good-Bye
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