MUSIC: R VD BERG – LYRIC: E SLABBERT
Dreaming in colour is the death wish of a soul
Like killing for valour, the excuse to save the whole
Treading the edge of seasons, burning the gifts of grace
Finding the core of reasons in the quiet of a face
Stealing the moment, spit old chapters in a hole
Forgive every comment – brief breaths that living stole
Feeling through cold reflections, old mirrors stained to lace
Embracing past rejections where the queen trumps the ace
It is quiet at the crossroads where my marble temple rise
Will you answer when I ask you why the blind seems so wise?
Will you bend your light around me when the stained glass mirrors lie?
Cool the embers when I’m redeemed –
Forgive my weakness when I screamed.
Freeing the willow, branches trapped beneath the shore
Becoming the billow – find the spark left in the core
Healing past imperfections, wash away every trace
Divide my recollections in the eye of the blaze