Now in hand,
a choice ahead.
Buried in sand.
Once blessed, now dead.
Wake from my dream
so it may seem still I regret
And I make sure is?
All is gone
(To the hate hunting me)
Still lost, somehow.
To understand I must ..?
I dig with both hands
through a promise I kept
Deeper I love, more I awake
And all that I took
was not mine to take
All is gone
(To the hate hunting me)
Still lost, somehow.
(to the tears blinding me)