And I see the light ,surrounding you From a blinded hollow I gaze I stare Fallen not unveiling, fallen not waning From hollowed ground, fallen I stare For life was not meant to despair I pry through the crowd to catch a glimpse The power leaves me weak at my knees Fallen not waning, fallen unveiling Restoring, like air to drowning lungs
Like fire to burning wood Inside a lifeless tomb The after, the mending, the air Resurrecting so breath in, again, breath in again and restore.