Testo Slumber

Darkened for a while
Will be the stream that flows
From birth to its fall
Tragedies will happen
Will push us to the limits
Of what we can resist

Pushed to the edge Crushed to the ground
Emotions mixed upside down
We dwell in slumber

Blinded, the focus
That should let us stay secure
Of what there is to come
Bitter the tears

That we weep when the mist of time
Tries to dim our once cleared view

The edge is thin
Forced on your knees
A cold soul, indeed To be or not to be?... to be