A leaking heart, a drowning mind A soul unrested, in the shadows of night The rocks turn festering, The spikes digesting Sweet poison of mine, To imagine crossing a line Or to dismiss it altogether and shout to be onside!
Delicate wind, in passing heat Joys complete and fears relieved Slaves to freedom, Tested for predispose: The paradox of weight, Admittance of the fall Sets the sky ever close
Not one, not one Who hear My call Given choice and care Free, for I have paid the fare Simply cry back, And find you will be found.
Take care for your ways Lest you turn astray Pushing it down Brings only closer ground and grinded to be nigh.
Pretend not To be free of shadows of night Do not only blame the lack of light For You have a Father waiting to be let in
Making you as light as Light.