The air is dense behind me It follows, brooding, a presence that clamors for And strikes at my soul Shadows slant, the darkness clings and coiled Hiding in corners it conjures none but fear Yet my muted children testify, the everlasting Not a sound to my ears yet my spirit is deafened By cacoponous chatter It follows and strikes at my soul It follows
Give me silence Why can I never rest from this aloof pursuer Please give me my peace
A wavering shadow I wake to find it looming Touched but never held It's hand stops my breath I am mourning my eyes are stained I feel his sacred tears upon me His sobs strike against my heart The faceless, haunts me
Scarred but perfect and beautiful I see the face of... Lashed with my every burden The air is dense before me I cannot deny But can I embrace?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
