As we lay there
With our plain white overalls in swine filth
As we lay there
Wave-beaten hearts, turned cold with guilt
As we lay there
There in our wretched past
There
There where we were to breathe our last
And die to death…
We were dying
Deep into death
Out from there we spotted a lone feather fall
The feather of a dove
White and pure
In our hands blackened
…with dog-living
We cradled that seemingly inanimate hope
Now we say we will lay there no more
…no more will we lay there
We come to you
Faith-deficient, love-forgotten, peace in flames
We come to you
Heart-broken, mind battered, soul-shackled
And trace that evidence of purity back
…back to the height from which it fell
And we find you…
With the dove in your hands
We bring the filth-coated feather back
Our discoloured clothing back
For we know, when we stretch out from there
And step into the light
…You will look upon our now polka-dotted overalls
Take us into you arms
...and smile
