Gravel paths are leading me to finished lives;
into torn marble stones and tiling
Withered black berry bushes
From houses of retarded families
With their windows in thousands of bloodied shards
Are those footsteps I hear,
With every breath I take
Every sigh I heave?
Are those footsteps coming towards me?
This death keeps hurting me
Oh it keeps making me live in pain
Oh it keeps driving me insane
And I hear those footsteps running towards me when I know it’s already too late
But I kneel down onto my broken knees
And everything bleeds.. Inside of me
Then, I hear His soft voice calling out to me
I open my tear-stained eyes
I walk with Him through the cemetery garden
And there’s no time ticking as long as I’m turning myself to Him
and I’m sinking into His father-like embrace,
I’m sinking into his strong arms
Oh how I long about the day when every grave will be open;
When death comes alive..