When the wounded heaven Drops the frustrating fall Into the deepest hollow Of thy dazed and splitting soul I shall be there, All moans and woes will be consoled, Right there, so close, And sow the finest seeds of hope.
I shall enchain The voice of hearts That cry for love, And bore the ground the bitter tears. I shall engrave Every single beat Soaring thru time And heard the sky the erratic pulse.
When, tearing thee asunder, The breathe of hurricanes does flow Into the wretched peace Of mind that thee and I together own, I won’t be far, I’d walk those miles again, I shall be there To take away thy bales.
I shall conjoin two minds Though they’re flushing and aching, I’ll draw them on canvas of life, When they’re rushing and breaking. I’ll pray to the creatures of night To be brought away on the wings of chaos. Estranged I’m still waiting for awe And for land whence I came from.
I shall enchain The voice of hearts That cry for love, And bore the ground the bitter tears. I shall engrave Every single beat Soaring thru time And heard the sky the erratic pulse.