If I smile, if I cry
No one knows my life
No one feels my pain
I am but a fear unnamed
I walk alone, without dreams
I desire love but I only sleep
I bleed ink, colored black
No way of finding what I lack
I am the least perfect lamb
But I know what I am
Sacrifice me upon the altar
Cover me with holy water
Then let the dagger strike
The wheat of the field is ripe
The harvest comes soon
Far from my mother's womb
I am gone
The distance traveled quite long
I am now a memory that lingers
An echo, writing with my finger
Tracing my name in your heart
As I enter the cosmos and stars
I belong to this world no longer
No, no need to ponder
I've passed into dust
Far from your touch
My soul is alive, a fire within
Now scattered to the winds
