|
See the light and feel my warm desire, run
|
through my veins like the evening sun. It
|
will live but no eyes will see it. I'll bless your
|
name before I die. No person in everything can
|
shine, yet shine you did, for the world to see.
|
All a man hath will he give for life? For life
|
that's lost bleeds all over me. I'd fallen before
|
but it never hurt like this. Don't leave me here
|
to crawl through the mire. I'm without fault
|
before the throne of god. Take from me the
|
crown of sympathy. What do you think you'll
|
see? What do you think there will be? Sit down!
|
Did you see the sun? What will we become?
|
Great ones? The mouths that dare not speak his
|
name, behold them, raised, complete and fine.
|
The battle for our lives is oh, so brief. Take my
|
hand and please walk with me. When I was
|
young the sun did burn my face. I let its love
|
and warmth wash over me. The melting voice of
|
many, in the hush of night. Whispering tongues
|
can poison my honest truth. Come dress me
|
with your body, and comfort me. I dreamt of a
|
dead child in my sleep. I wear a terrible
|
mark in my head. my clean, white bed. It calls
|
to me. I must lie down. and I want you to lay
|
with me, in sympathy. No sad "adieus" on a
|
balcony. For one last time, just walk with me.
|
At the beautiful gate of the temple, we must
|
be saved. For deadened, icy pain, covers all the
|
earth.
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
The Crown of Sympathy
|
My Dying Bride |