Sorrow is the Dream

I have no home, no dreams come true

I'm shackled and bound by days old and new

There's no spark left inside, no fire in my blood

I'm sinking forever deeper into the past of tar and mud

I pray for the earth to take me and feed itself

For even as I'm alive there's nothing in this empty shell

I've waited so very long to warm by the rays of love

But I lay here under icy rivers only to stare at the heavens above

There's no mercy here, no reward for kindness is due

Lord knows all I've ever wanted was for this dream to come true

Lord knows all I've ever wanted was love from only you.