What is this rage inside?
These eyes are bilnd
This mouth is dry
What is this weight I carry around?
Are these stepts not far?
What will it take to touch the ground?
What is this vouy the yearns to heal?
In the corner, in the dark
A lonely refuge for the armour
What is this that I am
Am I not free to be within me the lion and the lamb?
Is that what I feel realy real?
A drean denied or statisfied.
I feel what I feel
I am that I am
Kings of empty castels,
Beneath a crimson cry
Livinig in a garden with the wind, the rain, the cry
Escaping from the tyranny, no fear, no need to hide
Abandoing defenses,
Into the world we ride
No longer does this rage abide
Wision shining from these eyes
No longe do I feel a wight
My steps now sure upon the ground
No longer is this uncleaer
In the light I stand to dace
No longer do I wonder why
Within me the lion and the lamb