Sanctuary

Doubting my existence

Or more precisely the cause

What was the solid foundation

Upon where I built my life

How did it turn out to be an conviction

How come I can’t see behind the bars

Each door is sealed, every portal is fasten

By the demons of the dark

Once more I gather the bricks for the wall

And build a safe house

A home made of stone

A place to hide

A sanctuary sealed from the inside

I have longed the voice of silence

I have been cherishing the sound

Of the voice so profound and cold

That no notes are left to be found