Letras
Perhaps it's known
the tone has returned, as I'd hoped
you were on a bitter path.
in thought, I'd give it birth
out of the ditch
an end to the war of turmoil
i'll be there for the flight of my open mind
impossible defeat
far from eloquence
but in flesh i write
i have ceased to be known in the place that i have come to know and learn
my imposition
takes hold
in the place that i learn
words of praise
as they shed
and no time to relate your new being
revel in your blood
it's a sign
of dominion
oh, the things you'll never relearn
it will all mean nothing in the light of the future
through the open door
in the light
harnessing, rebuilding
in the light
of my fate
blinded by open eyes
when dead ends meet
it will be known
we know the better way.
