Maybe everything could be set straight
If I gave away my life tonight.
Would but a single soul sigh in relief?
Would a child be born, who’d never need?
Maybe someone’d be saved from my fate.
Maybe they’d be loved, maybe it’s too late.
Maybe I’d be gone, but no one’d care.
I’d be replaced, the world would be unaware.
So, the winter keeps on falling
On the cities of a sage.
The innocent can feel it sprawling
through their lungs, into their veins.
Pray to hear the coming March.
Savior, oppressor,
Or just for change.
If the winter ended sooner,
Would the spring remain the same?
If I disappeared would you shed a frown
And bear a smile whenever you turned around
To the stranger stepping just behind you
With his hands so full of borrowed truths?
Maybe your heart would be worry free,
If my name were completely erased.
How shallow we would all remain,
To believe that no one shares my stains.
So, the winter keeps on falling
On the cities of a sage.
The innocent can feel it sprawling
through their lungs, into their veins.
Pray to hear the coming March.
Savior, oppressor,
Or just for change.
If the winter ended sooner,
Would the spring remain the same?
Well, what if I ignored you
And lived the way I am.
Will you remember me
For all the things I can’t?
Maybe I have made mistakes.
Maybe I’ll be wrong again.
Would it bring you sanctuary,
If I bled out through my hands?
Will anything truly change,
If someone else takes up my stance?
I cry aloud in fading hopes
As I inhale these grains of glass.
Perhaps, you will grow beyond
the tragedies of my living past.
I cry aloud in fading hopes
As I inhale these grains of glass.