A shade of sleep pass'd a veil o'er my eyes,
Not like them...statues of defeat...
...And I dreamt.
In one room I saw a candle,
And in another, a votive wreath.
A candle to pierce the darkness,
And I saw an old man sitting, sitting,
And he was alive!
Not like them...statues of defeat...
...And I dreamt.
In one room I saw a candle,
And in another, a votive wreath.
A candle to pierce the darkness,
And I saw an old man sitting, sitting,
And he was alive!