I open my eyes under this holy ceiling Back from my dream drowned into a deep sea It took my time away, I thought that I have died They took my life away, and made my body tied Then there was a merciful hand covering my face She was Anna holding me like a mother Whispering, your not the only one who has honor Anna, I thought that Ive died But when I saw you I felt the truth And left all the fears behind Feel my soul on the edge of time My wounds are torturing me so hard I think that I reached the end And for the next generation my end will be their start I dont want to die here, take me home take me home To the place that Ive born and grown I want to be on stage again For the last time in the place Ive born On stage I ever dreamed to die The angels are holding me Gathered in Annas hand Like the birds they are always free On stage, take me home It will witness my last stand I dont want to die here Wounded
anna, stage, home, holding, want