Trapped within my weary mind, this inner
light is clearly kind.
My shattered role and battered soul,
rips apart my very heart
by every life that I once knew, the
Darkness fed and so it grew.
It bound my light, I lost the fight.
Must this life be one with strife?
I mourn within, I'm born without,
I scream in flight, for Dreams of light.
for help I've cried, my tears have
for all I've tried, my patience died.
to the skies I do beseech, for a mind
beyond my reach;
and with a storm I am reborn, without
the scorn of my reform
The ancient Wonders Newly Found,
the call of Thunder Leers a Sound,
and casts Asunder the years I've Bound.
the light returned, as I have yearned.
with peace of mind, the light I find.