The Awakening: Dissimulation - Hope For The Dying

How could this be

That out of the darkness

A light has been cast upon me

And what would I do

If my own irreverence

Forever kept me from the truth

I’ve watched the aging face

In the reflection stare at me

Watching hour by hour

He affords no sympathy

I’ve tried to dim the lights

To avoid accusing stares

But he always finds my eyes

And reminds me who I am

I’ve felt the hand of mercy

Reaching down for me

To pull me from the trenches

To calm the stormy seas

To wash me in the waters

To cleanse me in the blood

To start my new becoming

And vanquish what I was