When the wounded heaven
Drops the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] time
And heard the sky the erratic pulse.