Welcome back.
Night clouds cover the shine of the moon,
a quietness of soul ensues,’
a silent thought of the ones closest to the heart,
I might as well be be a dead man to you,
a face amidst the fog of the sea,
just a memory far away from recollection,
But yeah… I’m doing well…
for the devils I’ve fought
are now laid to waste to the ground.
an amnesty check in a blood of an Innocent,
Do you’d think I’d really could deserve such a grace?
And do you think of me, friend?… as you walked
across these fields of solitude,
the numerous limped footprints before you…
did you see my face among the walking wounded?
Did you’d ever think It was all damned to hell?
These bloodied tears of rage you’d shed,
a frustration of the clean among the corpses,
to be alone in the salvation of your grace?
Yes… I too would have been eaten by this…
Another excuse to turn back,
Another reason for me to give it all up,
But open you eyes now…what do you see?
On vast eagles wing you shall ascend,
Tis the grace of our Father that leads us not to testings.