Here I lay with nothing but broken heart. I gaze across this wasteland that I’ve made. Locked in this prison, this fortress of my own design I’d leave in an instant, if I were not so afraid. I look for some reason, in childhood’s heady days Some explanation, ah, the fortunes of war. Now I stare in the mirror, the face of a traitor and through the shifting fog comes a truth I’d failed to see before..
Dearest one, Oh my sweet child. I never wanted you to face this dark day. Please realize, won’t you understand. I never left you, it was you who walked away.
The world spins around, so it goes without mercy I wait for the end - gone - and no one will know Somewhere inside, a little boy struggles the wall collapses, and the tears begin to flow.
Child I know, how it feels to be laid bare. Poured out like water, dispised and alone. I’ve made a way, were once there was no passage. You can be set free from all you’ve done what have you to loose?
This frightened child, creeps behind the shattered walls. Stepping gingerly around the shards of broken glass to find a corner in the dark and wait for rescue or at the worst for the conqueror to come. I cannot move, I cannot Breathe, and I’m so tired. Oh God you must be there, I have nothing left. I have nothing left, and I can’t fight anymore. Please help me!
Come to me. I will give you rest I will take your burden, and comfort you. I will give you, beauty for your ashes. Mourn no more. Come, take my hand.
What is this, my eyes do not see? Yet my heart is alive and it trembles within me One name escapes my trembling lips and the light tears the darkness that surrounded me.
What are you waiting for? Child arise!
Alive I stand unsteady at first. Like an eaglet with yet untried wings. But the power and freedom that shouts within me. Pushes me out to see this shining thing. Through the threshold and into your birth. With unrestrained thanks again I cry. In this new light pure and perfect I lift my head, I spread my wings and I fly.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
