Give me strength to Face to Truth
The face of Wrath shall come...

Child born and shadows rise
Home of secrets and despised...

Shadows shroud mirrors upon walls
eerie moon rise to hidden calls...

Once my fingers touch that key
images and words reveal to me...

Thou God cast and bend me hard
Adorn me with unbreaking will...

Though the silence rips my heart
And the blood spills from my veins...

Melodies hidden away
Spread your wings..fly...again...

Sweet caresses by the wind
harmony at it's utmost grace...

*not my usual style*
Each stanza (except the first) describes a event...

The footsteps of my fathers,
stain red beneath our tears...

Sunny and bright
Not like my heart...

Whisper heart and feelings
as though sorrow left no stain...