Tekstovi: Stavesacre. Wither / Ascend.

the pain will come
with the morning sun
will the night betray the day
blistered skin
withered from within
scratch to shed this shell away
will you know my name
or will i hang my head in shame
will someone take this tired skin
that i've been dying in
will someone hold me to the light
and if I die tonight
then take this broken man
and wrap me tight within
this brand new skin

watch me fly
freedom like wings and i will use them
freedom like wings and i will spread them wide


watch me fly...
freedom my wings...
freedom my wings...

and rise

one day my ashes will return to earthly slumber
spread far and wide across the desert and the sea
until then i will live each day in awe and wonder
look forward to each sunrise