Sentiments of the Dead
by: Trinie
There's a reason behind this bloody sheep,
it's knocking, waiting, loving.
He'd been waving me to come
but I was blind, I didn't see.
He'd been calling me to serve,
but I was deaf, I didn't hear.
He'd been touching my heart to follow
but I was numb, I didn't feel.
Now I'm lost in this hazy line,
Calling for help but nobody cared.
I saw a man crying,
He's reaching me...but...
It's too late.
I won't be saved anymore.
It's just too late...
