I wish I could be the one,
Who tells a different story,
Knowing a victory was won,
Instead of being filled with worry.
I wish there could be success,
But the buildings crumble,
To you I'll happily confess,
I'm dying under the ruble.
I can feel you coming my way,
Healing the broken,
Speaking what I can't say,
My soul has awoken.
No longer I'm lost,
And I'm no longer the same,
Melting the icy frost,
As I speak your name.
You've kept me alive,
And given me a sign,
To be better I'll strive,
As I know your life is mine.
I can feel you coming my way,
And it's felt like ages,
As I speak your words,
As you leave the pages.
