With haunted eyes
I pray the prayers, the ones
That spoke as curses a thousand years
Before. But these are different times,
Far removed from what I've said and seen
From within a stranger's skin--
I seek comfort in arm's that may not hold me,
As the soul within such a man owes me nothing
That I may claim or ask--and still,
He seems to be my solace.
I don't know what the moment next brings,
Bearing with it the two silence's of Chaos: rebirth or destruction.
And either way, it seems I must once again rise
From the ashes of my heart, but only if
I can find the ribboned pieces--
I tire of being the phoenix.
With haunted eyes I reach,
And continue reaching until the dawn,
But even the dawning of a new day
Cannot help me,
Cannot cleanse me,
Cannot take away this sorrow-soaked
Necessity--now, more than yesterday,
I crave such things, but I cannot take
A taste, or hold a hand, or steal a kiss.
Instead I have to wait, as I watch the life
Around me falter in many slow, telling steps--
I have bent my head and prayer,
Forsaking things I swore to save, sinning
In the act of prayer, these sacrilegious act.
I pray for the hand to pass the apple,
For the heart to come undone,
For the wishes of the Healer,
As the has been battle lost and won.
These haunted eyes won't cease their searching,
Until the last deed has been done,
But I pray again for freedom,
Come with me--
Help me chase the sun.
I pray the prayers, the ones
That spoke as curses a thousand years
Before. But these are different times,
Far removed from what I've said and seen
From within a stranger's skin--
I seek comfort in arm's that may not hold me,
As the soul within such a man owes me nothing
That I may claim or ask--and still,
He seems to be my solace.
I don't know what the moment next brings,
Bearing with it the two silence's of Chaos: rebirth or destruction.
And either way, it seems I must once again rise
From the ashes of my heart, but only if
I can find the ribboned pieces--
I tire of being the phoenix.
With haunted eyes I reach,
And continue reaching until the dawn,
But even the dawning of a new day
Cannot help me,
Cannot cleanse me,
Cannot take away this sorrow-soaked
Necessity--now, more than yesterday,
I crave such things, but I cannot take
A taste, or hold a hand, or steal a kiss.
Instead I have to wait, as I watch the life
Around me falter in many slow, telling steps--
I have bent my head and prayer,
Forsaking things I swore to save, sinning
In the act of prayer, these sacrilegious act.
I pray for the hand to pass the apple,
For the heart to come undone,
For the wishes of the Healer,
As the has been battle lost and won.
These haunted eyes won't cease their searching,
Until the last deed has been done,
But I pray again for freedom,
Come with me--
Help me chase the sun.


