Last night I lay awake alone in bed.
With thoughts of dreams and hopes I left behind.
The things I've done have filled me full of dread,
While those I missed renew within my mind

Tonight the antlers moan inside my skull,
Singing of love that passed away with life.
My rights and wrongs I can not help but mull.
My troubled heart is bleeding from that knife.

I fall asleep, I need to find a way.
When doves! They come, I'm lifted off the ground.
I see that if for one more second stay,
Beneath the raging waters I'd have drowned.

My purpose I see for now is quite stark,
The hearts you left to soon to warm, I'll mark.