La Sonnambula

I walk through these dead streets forever
The wind blows in gusts
That pierce my defenses
Helpless, without control
Luminous, transparent
My past is brought to life
Not the way I’d like it shown

And now the trumpet sounds and faces turn
As the judgment is being announced
But when the curtain falls
You’re there to fold me in your arms

This much I hope you know:
It will take a long, long time
To make me whole
There were terrible years
Tales I cannot tell just yet
Please wait for me to reveal
All that I must be free of
Bare pastures, dark gardens of pain

Our love is a blessed thing
Spreading through leafy branches
The trees of our forest arch and bend
But do not break
I can believe for the first time
There is grace and peace in store for me

At the end of the pathway there is a door
The door we will walk through together
Into the most beautiful weather
Some day
This is my prayer