Oh How I Dreamed

Mother, with your hand in mine

We will walk the way

Of the dark divine

We will kiss the soil

We will cross the line

Oh how I dreamed of things impossible

Oh how I dreamed of things impossible

Seems like a life ago

I had walked the fields where the flowers grow

I had picked the bloom of my beautiful sorrow

Oh how I dreamed of things impossible

Oh how I dreamed of things impossible

You would scream despair

And dry the teeming land

And reach beneath the Earth

And offer me your hand

And save me

And save me

And save me

Sometimes I feel your pain

Like a driven nail

Like the falling rain

Like the future pulled through an open vain

Oh how I dreamed of things impossible

Oh how I dreamed of things impossible

See the gaping wound

The blood on which I float

Your love is both the poison

And the antidote

That saves me