Aah, aah
Aah, aah
Aah, aah
Aah
I wake, I wake from my sleeping
And I must have slept for many years
'Cause all around me is weeping
And gone, are all happy cheers
Their hands, their hands they are crippled
From clasping what they thought was theirs
Too numb to feel God's breath ripple
The blank surface of one thousand tears
That was when my country died
And blind, and blind they'll be seeking
To find, to find what they forgot
I see them walking in circles
Being something that they are not
That was when my country died
(I wake, I wake from my sleeping)
(And I am free but I still hide)
I wake, I wake from my sleeping
And I am free but I still hide
'Cause when the prophets stopped speaking
That was when my country died
