White Palace

Although a heart is crying for the world It understands the wounds well Keeping it open it bleeds Keeping it open it heals Sometimes we are away Sleeping through the day Through the day Sometimes we are away Sleeping through the day Strong is the hand That builds the white palace And the dark gardens Surrounding the white palace Lay down all worry and trouble that is done That is done For what is the purpose in a search for something That is gone That is gone Understand the wounds well Keeping it open it bleeds Keeping it open it heals Strong is the hand That builds the white palace And the dark gardens Surrounding the white palace