What a soul to be if to hide from what you cannot see
What a fool to know nothing of what you used to call something
Closed up in darkness, lost and thoughtless
Hear my voice and acknowledge me, for it is I who takes note of your plea...
You of weary Fate, whose path is wounded, far from straight
Restless and weary to see with vision so bleary
A countless many dire fights and lonely, pain-stricken nights
Hear my voice and acknowledge me, for it is I who answers your plea...
Scars from life run so deep, stains of crimson on your hands you keep
Release the shards and rest for now, no need to remind you how
A path so suffering with the strength I give you to go on living
But such pain cannot be taken; you must heal most alone without your heart breaking
Hear my voice and acknowledge me, for it is I who has quieted your plea...
