Prophet of Hearts

Twisted, scarred and screaming out
I need you to hear it
How it boils over itself in life
And settles to a cold calling in death
You need to hear it, and hear it today

But nobody can hear my words
A messenger without a voice
A purpose without a performance
Breaking ice on its very first choice
But you will never know it

Hand to heart to head to tongue
Eyes as gold as they choose
I'll drown before I let you take it
This is a battle I'm not going to lose
What is set in stone cannot be undone

Hear me now with the voice of ages
Feel the heat within the healing
Acknowledging feather grey pages
Hated ears and prodigal eyes
I say once more with feeling:

Lend me your people