| In a garden of sorrow
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| Among the mourning of souls
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| A silent whisper you must walk alone
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| Even though my tears tells me not to I must walk alone
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| I seek shelter
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| Cause I am hiding
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| As light is our darkness
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| We seek the day
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| But when the shade of the night comes
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| It chases my strength away
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| My steps echoes
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| In this chapel of fall
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| And I see my past being
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| Being left behind
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| I hope I beg
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| Can’t someone come and take my soul
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| And take my soul…
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| My sanity has left me My trust died with you
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| What is left are only pieces
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| My tears fall for you
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| I’m gonna fly
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| I’m gonna roll
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| I’m gonna thunder
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| So I place the roses
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| So gently on your grave
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| And I still remember
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| I can feel the flames
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| And I know I have failed
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| and my promises nothing worth
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| I see it all so clear
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| But my words mean nothing
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| I’m gonna fly
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| I’m gonna roll
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| I’m gonna thunder
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| My sanity has left me The trust I once had has died
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| What is left are only pieces
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| All my words been proven lies
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| Been proven lies
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| If I could I would
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| Fly roll thunder
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| All for just another chance to speak with you
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| Show you
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| But my words…
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| But my words mean…
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| Nothing
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| All the battles that I’ve fought and lost
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| When I’m asleep they come
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| All the screams that I’ve screamed unheard
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| A week wounded soul
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| Dare I open my eyes and see
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| How much more can they possibly harm me The frustration
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| The hurt
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| The fear
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| Of a week wounded soul
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| They’re watching me They’re touching me Moving so quick they’re all around me Ain’t got the right
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| But say they do The Shocking Truth
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| A week wounded soul
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| A deeply wounded soul |