Tom Waterhouse

There’s a bitter wind fast rolling in, it carries whispers of despair. But if the rapture comes it’s the righteous ones that need to be prepared. When you’ve lived with nothing, you long for nothing, we fight the need to find someone to blame. As you fear the unknown, with one eye on your throne, you can keep what you’ve got, by giving it all away. You’ve been waiting all your whole life, for the plates to shift and the change in tides. Through the darkest night shines the clearest light, it takes some distance to heal divides, and I will never see you fall, without my hand in yours. It’s time to break down all the walls, you know that I will be there when you call. The life you knew will fade to black cus the storm of change is nigh. There’s a place reserved in history soon to never be denied. When we are chosen, we stand though broken, we hold the hope that, the weak inspire the strong. If your kingdoms fallen could you still be called on, to help win the fight, by putting away your sword. You’ve been waiting all your life, for the plates to shift and the change in tides. Through the darkest night shines the clearest light, it takes some distance to heal divides, and I will never see you fall, without my hand in yours. It’s time to break down all the walls, you know that I will be there when you call.