From the threshold of my dreams
Deeply dampened by shame
Clouded by fears
Educated, but colloquial be ******
Trying to keep the door cracked open

Weeping for a woman I did not know
From a time I am not from
Quiet pride and pretty grace
Drenched in the purest sorrow
She was righteous among
The chosen

Not a lot of noise as I
Pass through the years
Though I feel the earths vibration
I feel the blood of the earth
Clouded by the winds desperate vision
I am looking for the promises
I need to believe

As I exit from my dreams
Through the crack in the door
Maybe I am ready to make
Some noise