Atonement - The 11Th Hour

I kneel in the damp soil

Your stone’s so cold

I long to hear your voice

Can’t remember

My hands fold as in payer

Why in hell am I here?

No forgiveness for an old fool

Least of all from you

Speak to me in my head

Speak to me from the dead

Forgive me for what I’ve done wrong

I’ve lived with this burden of grief-

-for far too long

How long have I been sitting here?

My knees are stiff and it’s dark and cold

Was that really your voice or just my brain

Playing tricks on me?

The words echo in the raven’s scream

… Not me… It’s not me… wrong place, wrong time

… She wait’s… It’s her… you need to find

Never seen this house before

A withered wreath on the door

I know who’s inside

You showed me…

Her eyes fill with tears

I try to speak… no air

My lungs burn in my chest

As I wheeze my last request

Speak to my, before I’m dead

Know that I never meant to make you sad

The years that we wasted won’t return

But please grant me peace-

— though I know I deserve to burn