Ten of Swords

A fawn in a trap
Bleeding in the snow
Water so black
Weeds so far below
You've never felt as lost as you are feeling now

Is it heaven when you're hopeless
Is the weight off of your shoulders
Your life is slipping through your fingers
So cold and so far from home

And with bated breath
You're counting down the hours
The sun starts to set
In your bed of flowers
Bright light from their halos
And those crystal towers
It feels so amazing
It drains all your powers
Your eyelids are heavy
You feel like a coward
But it's not time to call it yet

Claw out your eyes
Pining through the silence all your life
Sinking through the sand
Fall into my hands

Is it heaven when you're hopeless
Is the weight off of your shoulders
You'd think by now someone would notice
You're so cold and so far from home
From home
Cold and far from home
From home
Lost and so alone



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Writer(s): Patrick Lewis
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