Touching ground Going home to those I miss But there's something in her voice When she' is calling me
Safe and sound Weeks of exile turn to bliss Trough roads of agony With bloodtaste in my mouth
A trace of to lead me And clouds before my eyes I kneel beside the bed Where my bleeding dryad lies Three young souls in misery Hitting ground Nausea wakes me up at dawn Hopes are found Dissected, turned and then Withdrawn A chair of steel and wire Her legs are open wide Helpless in myself I stand there cold beside The doctors stay away Leave us with this dismay
To see the colours of a miracle Fade and turn to grey bringing you
Then a cry and rivers of blood Flow so sadly Our dreams pour into a cold tray Two young souls in misery Missing you I never knew your name but I will miss you just the same
I was to live for you I lost the will to live at all the day you came
It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same You were to be the first, how wonderful Now I will always fear to hope again The irony Of seeing me whispering through her skin
So joyfully To our child there deep within Or of when she called to me To tell me cheerfully That she had seen our shape On a hospital screen
And of nurses being concerned That you never moved or turned
Too late we see the warning Too late we learn (Hallgren) (Gildenlow) I never saw your face and now you're gone without a trace Except the trace of blood that's deeply scarred into my eyes To fill your place It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same I was prepared to be your father How can I ever prepare for that again? Still I follow that trace of blood Always leading back to you Hollow years of damming that flood Two young souls in misery Missing you. missing you.
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