Another song about Markus, told in a fictional first-person voice as if from him. ________________________________________ Upon this bed, so still I lie, Beneath a cold and endless sky. My voice is lost, my limbs betray, A prisoned soul that fades away. Oh, cruel fate, what have you done? You stole my strength, you hid the sun. The world moves on, yet here am I, A ghost of youth, too weak to cry. I hear the whispers of the past, Like echoes in the autumn blast. Her laughter soft, her touch so light, A fleeting dream of love so bright. We danced beneath the silver moon, Our hearts in tune, a sacred boon. Now only shadows cross my sight, And love is lost to endless night. Oh God, you silent, distant king, What mercy do your heavens bring? If this is life, then grant me flight, Let death be dawn and not just night. Yet still I wait, though none can see, A soul that longs to be set free. No chains to break, no words to say, Just fading slow—then blown away. ....to be set free. No chains to break, no words to say, Just fading slow—then blown away.
