Texty: Conception. Some Wounds.

Clinch onto the swirling wind
Have a glimpse of ancient sins
Taste a ray of amber light
As the weary sun goes down

There is yet another shore
Luna's light won't, leave you anymore
Closing in, closing in, a whisper in the rain
No one knows your name
You've heard that voice before

Some wounds may never heal
(The ways of grace are narrow)
Some secrets can't be sealed
(And in your head the battle rages on)

Someone said you'd never learn
Strange how people tend to yearn
Long for insecurity
You fought to prove them wrong
You grew older, pages turned

Some were right, you never really learned
Fast decisions made your way
Too proud to quit the game
But now they know your name
Be hailed for what you earned

Some wounds may never heal
(The light confines the shadows)
Some secrets can't be sealed
(But no one cares about the tears you cry)

Men died for your belief, men that never knew
You wouldn't even try, remember
Responsibility for those who couldn't tell
The enemy from defender