Songwriters: Cooper, Matthew James / Allen, Andreas D / Watkiss, Cleveland Alexander
I am entering the winter of my life Reflecting on my days gone by The process has begun, the picture is abstract There's no turning back from the voice inside my head From inside my head
Looking back on my life A sadness always chilling me Within a distant childhood dream The din of beating wings Are muffled by the drugs that keep me sane The snow white sheets they hide the pain It's sad to say...
The whispered truth can lead her to salvation My setting sun will turn the page A prophecy born of grace and it's dedication My broken body will be she'd
All the groundwork is set And what we learn from the Bible, we know These are the words I believe Oh, the angel she'll weep, then read between all these lines Then she'll be filled with the light This sick and dying man in room 316 (Thirty years, strong in my heart) He'll provide all the answers, tell them what this all means It's a rare form of cancer and my family's curse For it will be end of life... of life
The whispered truth can lead to her salvation My setting sun will turn the page A prophecy born of grace and it's dedication My broken body will be she'd
Tommy: John's been gone for days And I can't even find his shadow No depth of self-restraint to commiserate
Mild minds and soft solutions, she's crying on my shoulder I've sustained resistance long enough Now I won't turn her away
The whispered truth has lead me to this revelation My setting sun will turn the page A prophecy born of grace and it's dedication My broken body will be she'd
These hidden truths can lead you to your salvation The trumpets' call will turn the page Words of wisdom are cloaked in a careful narration 'Cause this fallen world soon shall pass