Touching ground Going home to those I miss Safe and sound Weeks of exile turn to bliss But there's something in her voice When she is calling me A trace of blood to lead me Through roads of agony With blood taste in my mouth And clouds before my eyes I kneel beside the bed Where my bleeding dryad lies
Three young souls in misery
Hitting ground Nausea wakes me up at dawn Hopes are found Dissected, turned and then Withdrawn A chair of steel and wire Her legs are open wide Helpless in myself I stand there cold beside The doctors stay away Leave us with this dismay To see the colours of a miracle Fade and turn to gray
Then a cry and rivers of blood Flow so sadly bringing you Our dreams pour into a cold tray Two young souls in misery Missing you
"How quickly the colors change from blue to red to black and why am I always away wrapped up in something unable to live with all this love I ask of the world to leave to be silent and pretend that it never happend"
I never knew your name but I will miss you just the same I was to live for you I lost the will to live at all the day you came It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same You were to be the first, how wonderful Now I will always fear to hope again
The irony Of seeing me whispering through her skin So joyfully To our child there deep within Or of when she called to me To tell me cheerfully That she had seen your shape On a hospital screen And of nurses being concerned That you never moved or turned Too late we see the warnings Too late we learn
[Hallgren] [Gildenlow]
I never saw your face and now you're gone without a trace Except the trace of blood that's deeply scarred into my eyes To fill your place It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same I was prepared to be your father How can I ever prepare for that again?
Still I follow that trace of blood Always leading back to you Hollow years of damming that flood Two young souls in misery