I Shall Enchain - Roman Rain

When the wounded heaven

Drops the frustrating fall

Into the deepest hollow

Of thy dazed and splitting soul

I shall be there,

All moans and woes will be consoled,

Right there, so close,

And sow the finest seeds of hope.

I shall enchain

The voice of hearts

That cry for love,

And bore the ground the bitter tears.

I shall engrave

Every single beat

Soaring thru time

And heard the sky the erratic pulse.

When, tearing thee asunder,

The breathe of hurricanes does flow

Into the wretched peace

Of mind that thee and I together own,

I won’t be far,

I’d walk those miles again,

I shall be there

To take away thy bales.

I shall conjoin two minds

Though they’re flushing and aching,

I’ll draw them on canvas of life,

When they’re rushing and breaking.

I’ll pray to the creatures of night

To be brought away on the wings of chaos.

Estranged I’m still waiting for awe

And for land whence I came from.

I shall enchain

The voice of hearts

That cry for love,

And bore the ground the bitter tears.