Childhood fades away with felling night, and life infuses new delight. Between the stones of life and death is room for but one faulty breath. My voice has changed, by mind is grey I only see the cobwebs now My heart has changed, my soul is grey I only feel the spiders now! Take me HOME! Back to where my life began.. Lead me to a place where I Can lose my sight and still have eyes... Be my guide... I can feel my lifetime slipping through my fingers, i need more Hands, more hands to catch this sand This sand that lets the pain seep through. My face has changed, my eyes are gone I only hear the sirens now My touch has changed, my skin is gone I only feel the needles now! Take me HOME! Home to where my spirit sleeps, Carry me to someplace warm A place where my hope can redeform... Be my guide...