we are still alive

(...)

will you come to me as an angel
as a man, as someone I've waited for?
will you come to me as a monster in a child's room
as a shadow at the window?
will you come to me as a fire burning
as the end of the world, as a revelation?
will you come to me?

(...)

sometimes I feel it's been a long ride
sometimes I think what does it matter
sometimes I'm glad we are still alive
the longer we've made it
the longer we've made it

(...)


Wings, Nicole Blackman
[Dead Inside, Golden Palominos,Restless Records, 1996]