Joyfire - The Dreamside

In this place so slowly there’s no one left

All my saviors are forgone and white horses went along

I have to lit my joyfire

I lay my hands onto myself

To heal all that’s within

I lay my hands onto myself

To heal this suffering

By all that’s holy, to and from

By all that’s holy, to and from

Joyfire

Joy-Joy- fire

Far from ability

And when the spetic slurs at me

I look away

For in the field of offerings of pain and grief

I’ve lit my joy fire

I lay my hands onto myself

To heal all that’s within

I lay my hands onto myself

To heal this suffering

By all that’s holy, to and from

By all that’s holy, to and from

Joyfire

By all that’s holy, to and from

By all that’s holy, to and from

Joyfire