The Healers Face

Stone, cold, appearance A change of time Try, to embrace Me those frosty hands of yours Darkness falls in your eyes As I whisper his name Past obliges you to fall On your knees Hate will abandon me I will prevail Season of grace See the healers I, stand, corrected While you wind Down, low, suspended In all your might you fall No more pain from the past This is what it was thought Past obliges you to fall On your knees