The Snow in My Hand
The flower they carry had once been mine.
Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies.
Stay far from me. I lie to myself (it's not hurting).
I need help, but not from you or your father.
No! Jesus Christ. Who's my saviour?
Lose myself in gods death.
No! I can't bear all this pain.
I had watched the snow all day.
Falling.
It never lets up.
All day falling.
I lifted my voice and wept out loud, "So this is life?".
Autor(es): My Dying Bride