Nothing loved is ever lost... God don't give up on us.
Who will win the holy war?
Can you tell me what they’re fighting for?
And do you look down in disgust?
God don’t give up on us.
Mother Nature’s shamed and bruised,
All her precious gifts abused.
Her forest burns, her rivers rust.
God don’t give up on us.
Don’t give up on me,
Don’t give up on love.
Nothing loved is ever lost.
God don’t give up on us."
What had I come back to Las Vegas for? I swore, when I left here, when they agreed to keep me safe in London, and to help me... keep me from me, that I was never coming back here.
The streets are dirty... and, and the lights are too bright, and on every corner is some glaring example of just how unfair the world truly is... and why... why maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to just end it.
...God, what was I saying?
It was just that I felt so small, and no place in the world could make you feel smaller than than this city. Too many lost souls. Truly lost souls. Their hearts, they... they just weren't come back from whatever vast darkness they'd been lost to. And all I wanted to do was save them all. Take their pain from them, feed their families, fix whatever it was that was broken inside and outside of them.
Outside my balcony doors, sirens wailed, people shouted drunkenly in the hall, and the world around me spun in a dizzying deja vu of a place I had run from, twice, to a safe haven halfway across the world.
Yet it always came back to this. It always came back here.
Was I damned?
Or was it all just part of the plan?
"We hold our babies in our arms,
And pray you’ll keep them safe from harm.
In a world that’s so unjust,
God don’t give up on us.
Don’t give up on me,
Don’t give up on love,
Nothing loved is ever lost,
God don’t give up on us."
While most of the team was setting up, doing recon, getting ready for the big fight, I had one last thing to do. Before I possibly died. I was already starting to feel energy pulsating within the Luxor. Energy that... that I knew could level this city, and maybe the country, too.
I had to say good-bye to my parents. Something I'd never once done, in the two times I'd ran off and left them to their devices, knowing, thinking, they didn't care, and they wouldn't notice.
My mom... she was so strung out, I don't think she even knew it was me, and my father was still angry. Neither knew nor understood, and probably never will, why I came back just to say good-bye.
Still, I stood there, in their seperate doorways, their permanent flaws still on display for me, just as mine lay transparent to them, and to the entire world. And we were so broken, and so beautiful that I cried each time, and prayed silently, that God would not give up on them.
For the first time in my life, I knew I wouldn't be.
"For every bullet fired,
For every soul that’s lost,
Forgive our dark desires,
And the pain we’ve caused.
Please don‘t close your eyes,
To the part of us
That’s beautiful... still beautiful."
Back at the Luxor, as the energy, and it's magnetism grew stronger, I stepped out onto my balcony, to feel the air, even if only just once more on my skin. To breathe it in, and to see the world as it was, as it was meant to be, as it would still be, if we could win the holy war.
We weren't perfect, but we were willing to fight, and as I descended the steps to where I was to meet the other witches, I could only hope that was enough, and that if we weren't willing to give up, then neither would God.
"How can we regain your trust?
God don’t give up...
God don’t give up on us."
Can you tell me what they’re fighting for?
And do you look down in disgust?
God don’t give up on us.
Mother Nature’s shamed and bruised,
All her precious gifts abused.
Her forest burns, her rivers rust.
God don’t give up on us.
Don’t give up on me,
Don’t give up on love.
Nothing loved is ever lost.
God don’t give up on us."
What had I come back to Las Vegas for? I swore, when I left here, when they agreed to keep me safe in London, and to help me... keep me from me, that I was never coming back here.
The streets are dirty... and, and the lights are too bright, and on every corner is some glaring example of just how unfair the world truly is... and why... why maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to just end it.
...God, what was I saying?
It was just that I felt so small, and no place in the world could make you feel smaller than than this city. Too many lost souls. Truly lost souls. Their hearts, they... they just weren't come back from whatever vast darkness they'd been lost to. And all I wanted to do was save them all. Take their pain from them, feed their families, fix whatever it was that was broken inside and outside of them.
Outside my balcony doors, sirens wailed, people shouted drunkenly in the hall, and the world around me spun in a dizzying deja vu of a place I had run from, twice, to a safe haven halfway across the world.
Yet it always came back to this. It always came back here.
Was I damned?
Or was it all just part of the plan?
"We hold our babies in our arms,
And pray you’ll keep them safe from harm.
In a world that’s so unjust,
God don’t give up on us.
Don’t give up on me,
Don’t give up on love,
Nothing loved is ever lost,
God don’t give up on us."
While most of the team was setting up, doing recon, getting ready for the big fight, I had one last thing to do. Before I possibly died. I was already starting to feel energy pulsating within the Luxor. Energy that... that I knew could level this city, and maybe the country, too.
I had to say good-bye to my parents. Something I'd never once done, in the two times I'd ran off and left them to their devices, knowing, thinking, they didn't care, and they wouldn't notice.
My mom... she was so strung out, I don't think she even knew it was me, and my father was still angry. Neither knew nor understood, and probably never will, why I came back just to say good-bye.
Still, I stood there, in their seperate doorways, their permanent flaws still on display for me, just as mine lay transparent to them, and to the entire world. And we were so broken, and so beautiful that I cried each time, and prayed silently, that God would not give up on them.
For the first time in my life, I knew I wouldn't be.
"For every bullet fired,
For every soul that’s lost,
Forgive our dark desires,
And the pain we’ve caused.
Please don‘t close your eyes,
To the part of us
That’s beautiful... still beautiful."
Back at the Luxor, as the energy, and it's magnetism grew stronger, I stepped out onto my balcony, to feel the air, even if only just once more on my skin. To breathe it in, and to see the world as it was, as it was meant to be, as it would still be, if we could win the holy war.
We weren't perfect, but we were willing to fight, and as I descended the steps to where I was to meet the other witches, I could only hope that was enough, and that if we weren't willing to give up, then neither would God.
"How can we regain your trust?
God don’t give up...
God don’t give up on us."