Solace

There is solace in hope in the end of your road To be sharp as a blade when the light starts to fade Right on, right on When the garden will fade, will it harden your faith? Is there there truth in that gesture Or have they all just left you right here? Right here Do you think it painless not to know what day it is? Is this really all? Is this really all? All the feathers were falling from from the favors you called in But the fear is a pollen to make light of the fallen All the brilliant nameless in your wake have not faded Only missed as a witness There is solace in hope in the end of your road To be sharp as a blade when the night starts to fade Right on, right on