When will the pieces align to restore our sight?
Memories can’t fill this void
Echoing inside
Forever winding on When will the pieces align to restore our sight?
When will the pieces align?
Breath life and revive
All efforts will burn as an offering
Wicked eyes fall shut as hope is shattered
Weary limbs grow numb when vision is shadowed
We’ve come to carry the forgotten
Back into the light