Come to me

[Verse 1] I crossed the threshold where the candle’s rule held sway, Through velvet hush and portraits veiled from common sight; They named the dead and spoke of need in measured way— A trifling want for proof, not grief, had called this night. [Verse 2] We took our places round the table’s shadowed seam, The token set, the living bound in breathless poise; I closed my eyes where reason thins into a dream, And felt the world withdraw from sense, from sound, from noise. [Pre-Chorus] What truth lies bound to mortal frame? What wrong demands a living voice? When silence serves the hand of shame. [Chorus] There is a voice, a voice within, a grudge, a truth, I could not see. Come to me, come to me, I will guide you, guide you to him. Come to me, come to me, come and avenge this sin. [Verse 3] No heaven’s court, no pit where tortured echoes fall, But aisles of shade where meaning is the only light; Through doors that form and fade, I followed memory’s call, Her name a silver thread through corridors of night. The murmurs stilled; the drifting forms drew far away— And there her figure stood in lucid, wordless day. [Verse 4] I kept the truth for children, not for fear, I hid the proof that would have broken name and crown. He chose my silence—called my ending “clear,” Not chance nor God, but hands I loved bore down. Lead me where flesh must answer what is done. [Pre-Chorus] What truth lies bound to mortal frame? What wrong demands a living voice? When silence serves the hand of shame. [Chorus] There is a voice, a voice within, a grudge, a truth, I could not see. Come to me, come to me, I will guide you, guide you to him. Come to me, come to me, come and avenge this sin. [Bridge] I knew the law: I was to speak, not choose. Yet justice flared where piety stood still. I took her charge and felt the worlds refuse, The veil torn thin by one consenting will. I woke— A cry— Cold steel within a daughter’s lifted hand, made swift by what I bore. [Pre-Chorus] What truth lies bound to mortal frame? What wrong demands a living voice? When silence serves the hand of shame. [Chorus] There is a voice, a voice within, a grudge, a truth, I could not see. Come to me, come to me, I will guide you, guide you to him. Come to me, come to me, come and avenge this sin.