To outrun Time, a whispered plea,
Has anyone dreamt such liberty?
To be yours before you truly are,
Has anyone gazed at such a star?
This heart, no heart, a shattered glass,
I writhe and yearn, you let me pass.
This heart, no heart, a shattered glass,
I writhe and yearn, you let me pass.
What will become, who can foresee?
Why, oh why, has God turned from me?
What will become, who can foresee?
Why, oh why, has God turned from me?
My Lord, my plea, Your will, Your way,
The path is closed, come what may.
My Lord, my plea, Your will, Your way,
The path is closed, come what may.
For whom I ache, my heart's true shore,
Is the very goal I now implore.
For whom I ache, my heart's true shore,
Is the very goal I now implore.
To find you now, or never find,
No earthly cares now bind my mind.
To see you now, or never see,
No worldly shadows fall on me.
The crimson stream that flows so deep,
Is fire, not blood, my soul to keep.
The crimson stream that flows so deep,
Is fire, not blood, my soul to keep.
To meet you now, is not for me,
In this game of fate, I will decree.
To be undone, is not for me,
In this game of fate, or raging sea.
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