Lyrics
I see the torment painted on your face
and how you feel you have fallen from grace.
But there is something called forgiveness,
and all have a chance for a Renaissance.
O, My Dear, stay near!
No, My Dear, do not dare second-guess who you are.
I am here to extract that spear and lick the scars.
It is in the past; what’s done is done.
There is always a battle to be won!
We are in this together!
‘Til the Moon kisses the Sun
over the tombstone, where beyond, we will live on.