Voice of the Heart
In dying days and weathered dreams
I open my heart
In my own way I seek a path
I speak through my art
Desolation leads me blind
But I’m still alive
Resolving through the pain I find
And I still survive
In loss of love and devil’s eyes
I bury my mind
But in the blood and darkened times
There’s still light that I’ll find
Transfusions come from the sacrifice
Of those that believe
That underneath the sheets of violent ice
We still deserve some reprieve
In screaming skies and selfish winds
We learn to hold on
From hateful lies and bitter tears
Comes one more caring song
The words that break through every fear
So hard to say but always dear
The voice within will clear a way
So hard to do but so true to say
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