Coming Home

Who pays  
at the end of days
for the check written with our souls
Spirits weighed down,
chains of sin found,
our wings now shabby and torn
.
Do not weep
within your sleep,
dreaming of all that we've lost
Throw off your chains,
I know your pain
The war for the soul
is not yours alone
.
Stand with me  
for I am your tree
to lean on in the storm
Sink roots deep,
you are no longer asleep
Now spread your wings and soar,
searching of your soul
.
first there's fire, then frost,
pain is the cost
to watch chaos play
Walking on creations edge
we're blinded by light,
falling into the sun of our souls,
we have finally comes home