A Picture Frame

If those around me fall to the ground, I swear to fall with them
If we are surrounded by the end’s sound, I swear to open my arms
And as we are consumed in the holy flame, I will shout your name
I swore I would see you again, I swear I’m coming home tonight

I’ve let so many go, I’ve stood by and watched as their hands reached out
I’ve never been so low, I’ve never sank beneath the flames in which angels shout
“Flee from this unholy place, Your heart is too pure to call this paradise”
I’m so sorry, But I knew when I let you go that I would pay this deadly price

I was so young, I was so naïve, I was so happy, I was so content in complacency
I was untouchable, In the arms of a thousand others, I was drowning in the sea
The day you were taken, Was the day I was taken, Never again will we know peace
You are who I wish to be, And I will sacrifice every second until I fall into pieces

I see the fires on the horizon, I smell the burning souls upon the wavering breeze
The war wages inside this hopeful land, Armies march to enslave us and all that we see
And as I sit idly by with my head in my hands, I battle my own demons for control
The King has come, With you on his arm, I will slay him to regain what he once stole

Someone told me you were wishing upon a star, Tell me the one and I swear I’ll freeze it
Place it in a picture frame, Next to the words you wrote to me so long ago
Someone told me you were wishing for me, Tell me when to come and I swear I’ll arrive
Placed in a picture frame, Next to the faces I saw with you so long ago