Easter

<br>Easter sunday, we were walking.<br><br>Easter sunday, we were talking.<br><br>Isabel, my little one, take my hand. time has come.<br><br><br><br>Isabella, all is glowing.<br><br>Isabella, all is knowing.<br><br>And my heart, isabella.<br><br>And my head, isabella.<br><br><br><br>Frederick and vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee.<br><br>Oh, the path leads to the sun. brother, sister, time has come.<br><br><br><br>Isabella, all is glowing.<br><br>Isabella, all is knowing.<br><br>Isabella, we are dying.<br><br>Isabella, we are rising.<br><br><br><br>I am the spring, the holy ground,<br><br>The endless seed of mystery,<br><br>The thorn, the veil, the face of grace,<br><br>The brazen image, the thief of sleep,<br><br>The ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.<br><br>I am the sword, the wound, the stain.<br><br>Scorned transfigured child of cain.<br><br>I rend, I end, I return.<br><br>Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh.<br><br>I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star,<br><br>The ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of christ<br><br>Dying and drying as I rise tonight.<br><br><br><br>Isabella, we are rising.<br><br>Isabella, we are rising . . .