(C. Woodsmith)
The shackles I wear not made from a chain
They make but a whisper in the dead of night
Without a sound I find myself bound
To wander the place where I was alive
And you, my friend, have come on an errand
I know that you have a story like I did
But no one can know, if you don't show
The pain in your heart and the cry at your lips
I'm not from this place, I traveled from far
I came here after they ended the war
Tried to forget but when I closed my eyes
I saw blood on my hands and a gun on the floor
So it was here I put a knife to my breast
And here I will remain evermore
But you can go on, fix what is wrong
If you keep from the demons who knock at your door
Wont you come back and see me again?
Won't you come back someday?
I've tried, and I've tried to make my way from here
But I'm stuck at heaven's gate
Stuck at Heaven's gate
I know that you are not meant for my fate
You haven't a heart that is made of stone
You're warm and free, listen to me
I am a specter, and you are my son
Wont you come back and see me again?
Won't you come back someday?
I've tried, and I've tried to make my way from here
But I'm stuck at heaven's gate