I learnt how to see
My hands in the darkened cove
I longed to be free
But my mind kept me chained alone
Oh, when the metal in my bones
Seems to be taking hold
I pray to free my soul
Oh, I awoke to the forming
Wings made out of the page
And blankets made of snow
Oh, when you took me out of the shade
I felt no more pain
Walking alone
Every temple knows
The art of letting go
Every undertow
Reminds me when to stay afloat
Oh the petals in the stone
Seemed to linger in the grove
Before they were carried by the crows
Oh I awoke to the forming
Wings made out of the page
And blankets made of snow
Oh when you took me out of the shade
I felt no more pain
Walking alone