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The Prophet - Komödia
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[ The old man's Komödia ]
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I would never think of me as a hero
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A bringer of wisdom of hope and of peace
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I never could think of me in a vortex
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of hope of future and vitality.
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I can spread my thoughts to flood the room
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Embracing and webbing the people reborn.
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The love they are feeling I never can taste;
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The sadness the hatered remains my own.
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So many souls - they long to be saved,
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Somne beasts, some sinners, some lost in their fate.
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For all to rescue my lifespan's too short,
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Refuse all the evil - divine all the gods?
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Ref.: I never asked for a higher believing
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I never questioned the way I was born
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I never wanted to walk among angels
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I never wanted to be so alone.
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Bridge: Alone with my powers - alone in my mind
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[ The ] holder of darkness - the bringer of light.
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This melancholy circle of giving - not taking
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Can not be endured by me.
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I'm here to flare a sign
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To guide the lost on to their fate.
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Like I [ once ] sent Dante his story to take.
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But no one holds that candle for me.
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So as the years of helping and bleeding
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Had passed away my will to live.
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I returned to the sea of my time and my being,
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I melted into [ the ] waves as it was my will.
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The Prophet
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| Dreams of Sanity |
