There is a heated warmth all around me... |
There is a heated warmth all around me matching the warmth studded in my heart blistering my eyes that I may not see yet keeping me safe in my cell away from the horrors of the outside I've yet to meet Satan in this hell. Oh voyage of mine be true to me Let not my fear reach out to thee and if it shall, more than ever be like a savior to set me free. There is a bitter coldness sinking in and a darkness that grips at me oh what redemption for my sin my journey's started hard and fast my blindness choking out the light the finale of my being has come at last. Oh God of mine be true to me Let not my sins reach out to thee and if they shall, more than ever be like a savior to set me free. I fear the dark and all it's spite Demons waiting to leap at me When will I see the light? I'm scared of everything to come the truth, the fate, the everlast my heart as steady as a drum. Oh heart of mine be true to me Let not the darkness reach out to thee and if it shall, more than ever be like a savior to set me free. The walls are closing in so tight I cannot escape this place but at last a splinter of pure white light new noises and sounds meet my ears I take a deep breath of that fresh air I've never seen such glory in all my years. Oh glory of mine be true to me Let not the past reach out to thee and if it shall, more than ever be like a savior to set me free. Strong hands lift me away from my cell I cry and scream with all my might oh please strong hands, please do tell Will I live or will I die? How will life treat me now? Will my life come rushing by? Oh life of mine be true to me Let not death reach out to thee and if it shall, more than ever be like a savior to set me free. I've escaped my cell dark and dreary now free of the fear that had settled down I open my eyes a little leary Tell me good man, are you foe or brother? The man sets me down in arms of lace I look into the crying eyes of a happy mother. Oh mother of mine be true to me Let this child reach out to thee and if it shant, more than ever be like a savior to set it free. What is this poem about? Childbirth. |