A beautiful earth surrounded by darkness,
a lingering shadow striking portraits of heartless.
Windowless towers, dwellers lie within.
Fleeing the fire that ignites the awakening.
I might just cry out,
Why are you faking?
Do you hide the truth? Does fear sustain you so?
Must the fruits of your hidden light lay rotting before you,
before you set fire the lies within?
In that hour, you still will find justice.
Why hold your chest so tightly constricted,
there is no catching of breath without mercy to lift it.
Linen of light, all broken and full of holes.
Is still pure as first, when rewoven with stitches.
Tears of laughter, joy, and the song of a dove.
These moments of time, are given with love.
Where are the liars and haters of life?
That they hide in those towers with rodents as eyes.
Who speak acceptance of life,
yet show no passion for it.
Hiding there hearts in the darkest of corners.
Only when threatened, they finally shout.
Flee from lights presence, darkness slid out.
As justice meets you in all travelings end,
you still will not be, the last to befriend.
As there are no sickbeds in heaven,
no childish fit to be throwing.
And when you are ready,
that's where you'll be going.
So stop your adventure,
of darkness to triumph.
Only you stir the giant.
So stop your escapade of contemptuous grudge.
And replace your misconception,
from loathing true love.
a lingering shadow striking portraits of heartless.
Windowless towers, dwellers lie within.
Fleeing the fire that ignites the awakening.
I might just cry out,
Why are you faking?
Do you hide the truth? Does fear sustain you so?
Must the fruits of your hidden light lay rotting before you,
before you set fire the lies within?
In that hour, you still will find justice.
Why hold your chest so tightly constricted,
there is no catching of breath without mercy to lift it.
Linen of light, all broken and full of holes.
Is still pure as first, when rewoven with stitches.
Tears of laughter, joy, and the song of a dove.
These moments of time, are given with love.
Where are the liars and haters of life?
That they hide in those towers with rodents as eyes.
Who speak acceptance of life,
yet show no passion for it.
Hiding there hearts in the darkest of corners.
Only when threatened, they finally shout.
Flee from lights presence, darkness slid out.
As justice meets you in all travelings end,
you still will not be, the last to befriend.
As there are no sickbeds in heaven,
no childish fit to be throwing.
And when you are ready,
that's where you'll be going.
So stop your adventure,
of darkness to triumph.
Only you stir the giant.
So stop your escapade of contemptuous grudge.
And replace your misconception,
from loathing true love.