Heal
Imagined to be there wander under the sunlight
Join the procession of martyrs and saints
Just use a thin bone to hold to a true conviction
Whereas the shadows fall and darkness sets the rules
We cut our withered flowers of remembrance
And layed them all down to our feet
And throughout all that devasting ignorance
We finally saw our defeat
Would you heal me
Would you heal me when I'm bleeding
Would you hear me
Would you hear me when I'm yelling
Would you hold me
Would you hold me when I'm drowning
And enroll to the procession of martyrs and saints
When nothing will be left by the fire
Except a thin smoke in the air
And nothing will be kept in hiding
Except an old shaming affair
When the waters flow down the river
Washing all that blame away
Then let's unharness and take off the wheels from the wagon
And stay
When nothing will be left by the fire
Except a thin smoke in the air
And nothing will be kept in hiding
Except an old shaming affair
When the waters flow down the river
Washing all that blame away
Then let's unharness and take off the wheels from the wagon
And stay
Would you heal me
Would you heal me when I'm bleeding
Would you hear me
Would you hear me when I'm yelling
Would you hold me
Would you hold me when I'm drowning
And enroll to the procession of martyrs and saints
Join the procession of martyrs and saints
Just use a thin bone to hold to a true conviction
Whereas the shadows fall and darkness sets the rules
We cut our withered flowers of remembrance
And layed them all down to our feet
And throughout all that devasting ignorance
We finally saw our defeat
Would you heal me
Would you heal me when I'm bleeding
Would you hear me
Would you hear me when I'm yelling
Would you hold me
Would you hold me when I'm drowning
And enroll to the procession of martyrs and saints
When nothing will be left by the fire
Except a thin smoke in the air
And nothing will be kept in hiding
Except an old shaming affair
When the waters flow down the river
Washing all that blame away
Then let's unharness and take off the wheels from the wagon
And stay
When nothing will be left by the fire
Except a thin smoke in the air
And nothing will be kept in hiding
Except an old shaming affair
When the waters flow down the river
Washing all that blame away
Then let's unharness and take off the wheels from the wagon
And stay
Would you heal me
Would you heal me when I'm bleeding
Would you hear me
Would you hear me when I'm yelling
Would you hold me
Would you hold me when I'm drowning
And enroll to the procession of martyrs and saints
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Writer(s): Alex V. Drenkmann
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