So this is how it ends, with ice between
The light is out that was alive within
When paths will meet in one, lit by the same sun
Who lets the shadow grow and strike the blow?
Who poured out hatred where there should be love?
Who poured out poison where there should be balm?
Now who can heal the wound
And make the flower
Come forth again and blossom?
A sting of emptiness on every turn
The memory embers will forever burn
Twinkles of oneness gone, the sparks for hanging on
Keen like the morning star, though far they are
Who poured out hatred where there should be love?
Who poured out poison where there should be balm?
Now who can heal the wound
And make the flower
Come forth again and blossom?
Who will ever be
The redeemer
Who will ever be?
Now who can heal the wound
And make the flower
Come forth again and blossom?
