SOMETIMES MY ANGER IS LIKE A SEA SERPENT
SWIMMING UP FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL
RARING IT'S HEAD AS IT REACHES THE SURFACE
BUT I SUPPRESS IT AND IT TURNS COLD

FORGIVENESS IS NOT SOMETHING THAT I EASILY WIELD
IT IS NOT IN ME, NOR HAS IT EVER BEEN
I HOLD MY BREATH SO AS NOT TO SCREAM IT OUT
WHAT HAVE I DONE, WHAT WAS MY SIN

I WISH FOR THINGS THAT ARE NOT IN MY REACH
TRY TO STRETCH MY ARMS AND PULL THEM IN
ONLY TO LOOSE MY BREATH AS A FISH ON THE BEACH
BUT I'LL TRY AGAIN, IT IS MY DESTINY

I CANNOT LET GO, MY HEART TRULY YEARNS
FOR THE DAYS OF THE SPENDOR
FOR THE DAYS OF HEARING THAT FAMILIAR SOUND
NOW ONLY THE DEAFNESS IN MY SOUL CHURNS 
THAT LOVELY SOUND IS LOST FOREVER