Исполнитель: 38th Parallel Альбом: Turn The Tides Дорожка: 4

The blow's been dealt 
and taken its toll 
Listless I stumble like a drunk in the cold 
Questioning foundations of a hope 
I took for granted 
I feel my soul choked by the rope 
of a slanted view of reality (So it seems) 
maybe I've been living in some childish day dream 
As not but dust in motion, 
an insignificant drop in an endless ocean 

So rend the veil, 
the shroud that clouds my eyes 
I want to see you, 
and every fiber of my being is longing for you 

Cut off at the knees, 
gasping for breath 
Grieving for my hope as it totters on the brink of death 
Watching the sun fade and run down 
As my ears go deaf to 
the ancient and thundering sound of creations singing 
I'm clinging so tight to my questions 
I can't hear its chorus ringing 
Like some perpetual dancer 
I'm running and spinning in search of the answers 

In this fog of pain, 
creation plays its strain 
The wind breathes one name, 
star shines one fame


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