Everybody Cries (From “THE OUTPOST”) - Rita Wilson
Composed by：Rod Lurie/Larry Groupé/Rita Wilson
Everybody cries
Everybody dies
It's the truth that makes us one
It's the center of our sun
As we take the lonely path
On the road to the edge of man
Beneath the darkening sky
We curse and wonder why
As fear wakes up the beast
And the devil comes to feast
And we sink in mortal sand
On the road to the edge of man
Who will be the last to die
In a land where empires cry
Who will be the last to remain
Where there's only God and pain
There's nothing more brave
Than those voices from the grave
Only they can tell us why
Only they will never lie
About the reason that we stand
On the road to the edge of man
Who will be the last to die
In a land where empires cry
Who will be the last to remain
Where there's only God and pain
They warn us of the lie
With a mournful battle cry
Of the reckoning at hand
As we reach the edge of man
And make our final stand
There's nowhere left to pray
Where there's only God and pain
Where there's only God
