How early is beginning? From when is there a soul? Do we discover living, Or somehow are we told? In sudden pain, in empty cold In blinding light of day We're given breath and it takes our breath away
How cruel to unformed fancy, The way in which we come Overwhelmed by feelings And sudden loss of love And what price dark confining The heart is to forgive When all at once we're called upon to live
Then by giant hands we're taken From the shelter of the womb That dreaded first horizon The endless empty room Where communion is lost forever When a heart first beats alone Still it remembers no matter how it's grown
We grow, but grow apart We live, but more alone The more to be, the more to see To cry aloud that we are free To hide the ancient fear of being alone
And now we live in darkness Embracing spiteful holds Refusing any answers For no man can be told That delivery is delayed Until at last we're made aware And first reach for love To find t'was always there Always there.