In Sickness and Health

The cruelty of this world persists The cold wind speaks for our lost Whispering words, weaving worlds Her time has come, alas A man with opened eyes One stopped out of a dream With a view held within his mind The tears for his bride redeem Watching this world falling apart Like the dreams in a shallow sleep Countless are the nights they shared The mourning in his tears But morning still has broken A light in his world of dawn All beauty turned to rot His flowers, all are gone Close the eyes of eternal love Buries his face in his hands Her face looks so alive In the morning sun But morning still has broken A light in his world of dawn All beauty turned to rot His flowers, all are gone Dreams are nothing but illusions Illusions for one to see It's the visual projection of our inside And as empty as the heart in me As the heart in me... --- In Sickness And Health - The Gathering