The Light

The Light

I have no faith in my life, I have no song or prayer
I consist of lonely rage and automated shame
but I feel something trying to break through my walls
and it is you - whenever I hear you call out my name

In open skies, I am no one, I just exist, I just am
I go through the motions of being a caring man
I pay attention to the dead things that lay in my path
but all that changes when I feel the gentle touch of your hand

I will stand in the blizzard just so I can feel something
the cold burns but it is comfort of feeling anything that I miss
I dared to dream once and I felt guilt instead of joy
now I am cold, I am frozen and screaming into the abyss

I need you to save me from my existence, from my agony
I want you to rescue me from my self-inflicted blight
But alas - I know this cannot happen, the Blood Gods will not allow it
for I am stranded and abandoned in Darkness, and you are from The Light