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Track 3

I had a solemn dream, a towering door before me
then came a voice that shook the candles
It was my Mother's scream, I tried to breach the threshold
but I was to small to reach the handle

What was this vision that called me in the dead of night?
Was it a dream I had of another life?
Or an echo returned from childhood?

Father could never take the smallest show of weakness
We watched them bury her alone
Held every tear that made attempt to break for freedom
I crushed my pulse against her headstone

What was this vision that called me in the dead of night?
Was it a dream I had of another life?
Or an echo returned from childhood?

I hold my breath for what is this?
Fate's been jilted by a twist
I search for words to free my lips
No metaphor will fit
this matchless beauty

Her stately dress, her perfect form
the gentle raising of her arms
Her shoulders owned by brazen flocks
of swirling raven locks
that flow like mercy
into the driest depths of me

Hello? I have question. Could you make suggestions?
Is there anybody here?
(I hear my mind tell me "Disappear")

I've travelled far, I have no time, this is my only chance to find
(her) such dress of yesteryear
(When will I overcome this fear?)

I came inside, it wasn't locked
(I am the) Is there no keeper of this shop?

(I'm waiting for my chance to breath)
I am alone it would appear
(I dare not let her leave me here)
There's no one here.

Just when I though my time had pasted
love showed charity at last
But now she's heading for the door
and I couldn't speak before
she fled and left me
Where is the courage that I need?