(I Arkley)
As I feel the warming sun upon the earth
I stand outside the gates of my birth
Wise men know the answers, see them raise their stones
I stand here alone
Inside of the city gates, they gather round
Too enthralled by their designs to hear the sound
Voices of the dispossessed; they cry for hope
But they cry alone
Where is the voice inside to comfort me?
I plead. I cry for you
I'm lost within the fields of emptiness
So blind, paralysed
Don't leave me here to die
We're lost within the fields of emptiness
So blind, paralysed
Have we been left to die?
I have seen the morning sun
I have lived under the glow of life
Am I lost? A darker path I walk alone
Too weary to return; too weak to carry on
There must be a way to see you
I shy away as the hypocrites' whips crack
Their words, their wisdom, mean nothing to me anymore
My hope torn like rags on this beggar's back
They lead you up the hill as one accused of blasphemy
Observe you coldly, as they tie your body to the cross
And as you bleed they search their souls and find no guilt within
Self righteous killers- never knowing what they've lost
Still I want to stand before you
Still I'm locked within this cage
I want to see beyond their cities
To the place where only you remain
Still I falter when I run from you
I see an image of your pain
I want to see beyond their cities
To the place where only you remain
I see
Your pain
Look beyond their cities
To this place
I bleed I cry, I plead for you.
As I feel the warming sun upon the earth
I stand outside the gates of my birth
Wise men know the answers, see them raise their stones
I stand here alone
Inside of the city gates, they gather round
Too enthralled by their designs to hear the sound
Voices of the dispossessed; they cry for hope
But they cry alone
Where is the voice inside to comfort me?
I plead. I cry for you
I'm lost within the fields of emptiness
So blind, paralysed
Don't leave me here to die
We're lost within the fields of emptiness
So blind, paralysed
Have we been left to die?
I have seen the morning sun
I have lived under the glow of life
Am I lost? A darker path I walk alone
Too weary to return; too weak to carry on
There must be a way to see you
I shy away as the hypocrites' whips crack
Their words, their wisdom, mean nothing to me anymore
My hope torn like rags on this beggar's back
They lead you up the hill as one accused of blasphemy
Observe you coldly, as they tie your body to the cross
And as you bleed they search their souls and find no guilt within
Self righteous killers- never knowing what they've lost
Still I want to stand before you
Still I'm locked within this cage
I want to see beyond their cities
To the place where only you remain
Still I falter when I run from you
I see an image of your pain
I want to see beyond their cities
To the place where only you remain
I see
Your pain
Look beyond their cities
To this place
I bleed I cry, I plead for you.