Seed of Hope

No more can I lie here waiting,
growing older, getting older.
Coma soft but mind is racing,
willing this over, will this be over?
When have we just fought too hard?
What am I even reaching for?

My soul is reaching out,
I know you can feel it too.

Kneeling at the side of my bed,
waiting for the answers to fill my head.
The buried one, unfortunate son
plants his hope in me,
looks toward me for redemption.

In my home standing near,
the wall I've found, the clock spreads fear.
How could this have come to me,
called to set a prisoner free?
When have we just fought too hard?
What am I even waiting for?

My soul is reaching out,
I know you can feel it too.
The pull is getting stronger,
the weight's becoming more than I can bear.

Kneeling at the side of my bed,
waiting for the answers to fill my head.
The buried one, unfortunate son
plants his hope in me,
looks toward me for redemption.

My life, my soul is trapped inside here,
waiting to be set free
from this shell of a life
in a cell made for life inside.

Kneeling at the side of my bed,
waiting for the answers to fill my head.
The buried one, unfortunate son
plants his hope in me,
looks toward me for redemption.
It's time to fill in the empty spaces.
Behold the world of sensation...