I am the antidote of a thousand worlds

The peace that needs deliverance

The crime

The criminal

Lost soul hear my prayer

I am the distant friend

The silence that keeps calling

A victim

A victory

Lost soul hear my prayer

I am the morning that never comes

The bruises of a foreign lover

Oh gentle child

Mild and meek

Take away the truth I seek

And cleanse me once more

Free me from my own remorse

Turn my eyes to the sky

And quench this wicked thirst of mine