Touching ground Going home to those I miss

Safe and sound Weeks of exile turn to bliss

But there's something in her voice When she' is calling me

A trace of blood to lead me

Trough roads of agony With blood taste in my mouth

And clouds before my eyes

I kneel beside the bed Where my bleeding dryad lies



Three young souls in misery



Hitting ground Nausea wakes me up at dawn

Hopes are found

Dissected, turned and then

Withdrawn

A chair of steel and wire Her legs are open wide

Helpless in myself I stand there cold beside

The doctors stay away Leave us with this dismay

To see the colours of a miracle Fade and turn to grey



Then a cry and rivers of blood Flow so sadly

bringing you

Our dreams pour into a cold tray Two young souls in misery

Missing you



I never knew your name but I will miss you just the same

I was to live for you I lost the will to live at all the day you came

It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same

You were to be the first, how wonderful

Now I will always fear to hope again



The irony Of seeing me whispering through her skin

So joyfully To our child there deep within

Or of when she called to me To tell me cheerfully

That she had seen our shape On a hospital screen

And of nurses being concerned That you never moved or turned

Too late we see the warning Too late we learn



[Hallgren]

[Gildenlow]



I never saw your face and now you're gone without a trace

Except the trace of blood that's deeply scarred into my eyes To fill your place

It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same

I was prepared to be your father How can I ever prepare for that again?



Still I follow that trace of blood Always leading back to you

Hollow years of damming that flood Two young souls in misery



Missing you... missing you...