Trees Of Daymare - Strength in Weakness

Allow the screams to echo amongst the trees
A hallowed moment in disbelief

I yearn for any kind of resolve
Any form of answer

All I hear is the echoes
of my forlorn words
The quiet flame of introspect (now the stage is mine)

I was the silent participant, unwilling prodigy
The pawn became the prisoner, the fallen

I turn my back to the world, yet it pulls me back
I turn my back to the world, yet it draws me in
I turn my back to the world, decipher my dreams
I turn my back to the world, deliver me

All I hear is the echoes (All I hear is the echoes)
Of my forlorn words
The quiet flame of introspect

I look at back at days of joy
From this frame of jealousy
I'd do anything to rewrite the story
Pick up and move on (To take out a brand new world)

A prisoner within myself
Strength and weakness intertwined
Closing eyes blackening
All I ever wanted was to believe

There's no reverence
for hallowed silence
Yet here I stand
Strength and weakness intertwined

Strength and weakness intertwined

There's no reverence
for hallowed silence
Yet here I stand
Strength and weakness intertwined