The Stillsong

A million miles away where the stories all are true

Another one is raised in the middle of the cold

Given life to be the one beacon for the rest of us

Holding up the flame burning from a heart of stone

Sleeping deep inside of me waiting to be heard

An elegy as yet would sound nothing more than lies

If the winds of fate hold a promise that wouldn't ever break

Tomorrow could be when every word starts to cry

A string of phrases stumbling across all at once

Never getting farther than just inside the door

As soon as each and every creation is born they up and die

I wonder if anything still matters anymore

Burning deep inside of me waiting to explode

The agony of one million truths that I denied

Cursed with hope I held on to every shred of the one belief

Bended at the knees lost for words that I can't find

Smoke and ashes left from the turning of the night

Another way is open far from where I used to tread

And all at once the phrases come stumbling from deep inside again

Never letting up until the day I'm laid to rest

A million miles away where my stories all come true...