You bring me back
from the brink of war
inside myself...
inside my broken dreams
and it seems
when you drop me
to my knees
I find I'm in a place
I've never been before
in a world
unchained and free

The lonely tower
of my worn out soul
was never whole
until you held me
The painful emptiness
torn out and cold
was just the shell
of the hell
my life used to be
when I felt myself
growing old

So I stand
at a shoreline
observing the grief
and it is
beyond belief that
that was once me
before we
were we
and I was
the me
you made