I'm tired of waiting
For that day to come...

That day has come
When all swoon and kiss...

A hole is in my heart
Deep and black as night...

Once upon a time
I laughed and cried...

People all around die
I don't know what to do...

The gray stones are brittle
The shackles pull on my wrists...

When my eyes are filled with tears
When my voice is choked with pain...

If you could spend one day in my shoes
My guess is you would know...

I lay upon the stony floor
My eyes staring wide open...

Pictures sitting on my shelf
of joyful times long past...

The fire burns before me
Each tongue with many colors shown...

When the black doves fly
the shadows grow as they pass by...