The heaven was wounded and cried blood
It drept on a field covered by white roses
I crawled along a road of mud
I have to think about the experience that I\'ve chosen

Will they understand and help me fight?
Will the even cary me or help me stand?
I don\'t need eyes to see the light
Give me ears and take my hand

I don\'t need more broken bottles and mines
Nomore broken heart, nomore trapped soul
Lead me to my home, lead me where the sun shines
To heal my sore...that\'s my biggest goal