endless words on the soul i weep
with tears, stripping tears
down from the skies above
in the time, endless time, before
my hands, my hands are too weak to hold
what i need to be, who i need to be
in the world, i wish to find, a piece
a fragment, whole, to complete the way
the way, i feel now, as days pass hours
and hours seek, to a world, in weeks
past, now all are gone, and in the time
a time, endless new, before my love
she was, was in a word, so true
to me, in a place now forgotten
life not taken, or should we say, before
the words, will steal her away
to the day, the days i do not know
confusion is waking, but not seeing
the day, always the day
and in night, two words to begin
to rise above, to shine where there
is nothing within, these walls, tearing at my heart
to endless driving, inside these streets
on concrete avenues, my head to my feet
i am running, running down to the ground
now all, all i know, is not what i know
or have i known? that which cannot be
in a word of love, lost in memory
she knows no hunger, and now
finds no pain, in a word of love
now comes and consumed, in endless rain
from the tears of heaven, crying with her eyes
i yearn to find, an endless lullaby
whose cradle to effect, and soul to resurrect
above these times, who have slowly, past me by
no one is new, no one is new
whose eyes seek shelter, and soon to offer
a world, in my mind's surprise
no one is new, no one is new
whose heart to heaven, is
and brings me from death
slowly, slowly, again am i, alive
i move through the gates, to a touch of angels
whose flight in these skies, above the ring of madness
to a beast, who has grown, so old to tender
to difficult to touch, in a word of forgiveness
i reach out, reach out, in the waters
sprinkling down, from the dew of morning
to a man, in the spring of all time, who now must know
who now shall he find
that in eye of dawn, in the sight of sunrise, does bring
all that is new