Make a Heaven out of Hell
Wrapped in chains, like a prisoner.
Fickle chance, can you judge me?
Walk a mile, just to feel it.
Make a heaven out of a hell.
Amidst glorious brightness
never fade with the spirits
they just need a way out
the likes of which I've never seen.
The silence has been broken
a foreign land
the dark desert air
underneath an ocean wave
it took grief and metaphor
now you're sure how to close a deal.
Autor(es): Seth Kauffman
