Coming From the Dark

Coming from the dark, we are ghosts We are shadows in the world Silent in our art, in our craft We are not there to be seen Underneath it all, we have eyes They are shining but invisible Hidden in the souls, on the inside Like all else that is real All of our goals will be met Coming from the dark, we are hands We are instruments of work Hanging from our arms, by our sides They are not there to be held Underneath the arms we have hearts They are beautiful and innocent Hidden in their beat, in our blood There is mercy, there is love All of our goals will be met All of our goals will be met All we know is how to go on But we bleed, we bleed We bleed and we hurt like the living Screaming through invisible veils We know no one will come Coming from the dark, we are mouths We are instruments of sound Grinding in our teeth, on our tongues Words not passing over lips Underneath the words, there is truth There is passion, there is tenderness Hidden from the world, from the light Where we never can belong All of our goals will be met All of our goals will be met Will be met But we dream, we dream We dream and we yearn like the living Turning our faces to the light We know no one will come We know no one will come Come, come Come