My sweet children
May you gather around?
Take in the colours
Of the world that surrounds
Memory may grip you
But know not the pain
Of surrender to the World
Know my Will instead
My sweet children
I'll never lead you astray
I bore you; I shall raise you
Till death's door you meet
My sweet children
May you gather around?
Take in the sounds
That so abound
Know the grace
Of living without shackles
This I can grant you
If you choose to follow
My sweet children
I'll never send you away
I bore you; I shall raise you
Until Man takes me away
Drive the stake through my heart
But don't let the wound be clean
Twist it through, cause jagged pain
Until my grasp is severed
Bring disquiet to my soul
With your every look and touch
Spur me forth with your wicked tongue
Make me weep for Rest
This bittersweet agony I cannot bear
The wish to cry is overwhelming
Yet no sound my lips may let
For my grief is your pleasure
No Rest is found in Disquiet
This claim you've staked on my soul
Is just to much to bear
And I wonder . . .
If Release shall ever be granted to me
The ringing of my screaming has echoed
In my ears for years
The blood that spattered down my dress
Doesn't haunt me
The pain that ripped through me
Doesn't cause me tears
But the child I was holding
I do weep for
I know not if she was real,
Yet I loved her
I sheltered her in my arms,
Just a mother
I held her as I died,
And I wonder . . .
What became of my child?
My sweet baby girl . . .
The love of my life;
The one I lived for;
The one I died for
It's been centuries since then
I tried to find some record
Of the truth that I had lived
The cellar that I died in --
Does it remain today
Understand not me
Nobody boast of comprehension
Tides ebb, take our knowledge
Take away from me
Everything I claim to own
Take away from me
Those I thought had cared
Take away from me
The innocence I dared
Take away from me
The youth I ensnared
Understand not me
Nobody boast of comprehension
The tides took away
Everything you knew
Of me