Bleeding

<br>Deep inside the darkest night<br>Is drinking in the light<br>From pinholes pricked<br>Holy needles knicked<br>In a canopy of white<br><br>I`m alone, I`m alone<br>And I`m beating my soul to make it bleed a drop of hope<br>Then I`ll drink it up in a golden cup and let it grow inside<br><br>And I fear that you`ve gone away<br>But you must be somewhere near<br><br>The fire fades so the deepest shades<br>Slowly trickle down the wall<br>In a room I hide will I come outside<br>And have some kind of fall<br>All my words, all my words<br>They have lost all their worth<br>Nothing`s good enough for anyone<br>And the look on my face<br>Leaves a subtle trace of the change<br>That is to come