You walk through fields of blades and deception
Longing for the life from our father's resurrection
Grasping to ideals with our mother's love and affection
there is no room left on the ferry, through these waters you must swim

Finding refuge in homes far from broken
Learning truths that always feel wrong and stolen
I hoped that I could finally find you
In a place that I could freely breathe

All the portaits filled with smiles and laughter
The hooded figures call for the time to gather
Will this be the hill for us to die on?
Can we simply let God light our way?

Broken bones and bonds form our only trophies
I should have listened to all the advice you had shown me
There's a man standing on the edge of time
With his dreams secured firmly in fate's noose
© CEV