Texty: John Schrader. From Discontent. Far From The Rhyme.

Stand before me .. Far from from the light
Take my hand and hold it tight
Walk beside me with all your might

It burns like a fire in a distant sky
The flames burn through me .. still I can't cry
Life falls from me but it won't die

Feel my thoughts from black to white
raining down all through the night
Fear keeps growing .. it's hold grows tight

Whisper through me one more time
Then stand in silence far from the rhyme .. far from the rhyme