Lyrics

As the sun does rise
on the weak and wise
I lift my head to the skies
to welcome the dawn

I believe in a Friendly Flame
I believe in the power of pain
as of late
Fire innate,
purge me

In my going in
I perceive what I’ve been
six thousand beer bottles of sin
left at the threshold of living

I have seen the end
up ahead through the narrow bend
and the gates that lead in
only welcome the hated

The only way to live
is to freely give
the way Jesus did
to the point of much blood

By the third day
my soul was beat and lame
but we are never wrought in vain
our bruises become bronze

I know what is best
surely only metamorphosis
and thanks to a fatal kiss
a new life I can lead

© 2007