I am haunted
By the silence of my past
I've been tempted
By somuch that could not last
I was frozen
By the bitter wind of shame
Doing nothing
Faking blindness to the pain
I have searched for a rainbow
I have gone where I was told
But there is no pot of gold
Chorus:
Looking down from a tightrope
Gotta cross on your own
No one's there to catch you
Or to throw the first stone
Empty hearts on the sidewalk
With no place to call home
Sometimes where we're living
Feels like burning Rome
I have witnessed
Angels falling from the skies
As I listened
To the sound of children's cries
I still wander
Down the road we all must take
Going nowhere
Wearing chains we all must break
(No more talking)
We stopped trying
(Where I'm walking)
People lying
(No more talking)
People crying
(Where I'm walking)
People dying