DAY OF A THOUSAND YEARS

Thicker grows the stifling air
Isolation bends his knees in prayer
Love heals not, his soul so cold
In emptiness, his skin was sold

In contrition his empty soul
And from him, innocence she stole
So now alone severed from Love
Sent forth he is, to the land of Nod

He is forsaken; without hope

Love deceives him not, in his fears
He feels this day the weight of a thousand years
So cold he grows with the darkening sky
Absolve dear Lord, penitent is he

He is forsaken; without hope

Salvation is lost with his arrogant tears
He wishes his prayers fell upon Love's ears
Weary, he grows with quickening pace
He fears he has fallen, from Love's grace

He is forsaken; without hope