The Middle One Songtext
von The Collection

Walking down the road to Damascus I call my home
I distract myself with skin and bone when the spirit is alone
You had bought me with a currency that exchanges for the death of me
And I would ever readily go blind again so I can see
The light that shines from your body
It′s not at all too bright for me, not so dull that I sit in the dark
My sins are brought to reconcile
My darkness lay within a pile
You burned it up again with holy water


You changed my name to Abraham
The syllables are symbols
That I may never own this land but I still have a home
And love and joy are far away and though their arrows wounded me
A fall might make me land softly into a better place
Where I return back to the piles of dirt that
I came from before it hurt and wonder how my rib could make her walk
But you have led me through the sea and
I closed in on my enemies
And somehow I can find the words to talk

And I, I walk
I will see that I was ever one to dream
My steps will fall in line with something bigger than me
And as I grow, I grow taller, I grow weak
The raindrops will beat my petals down until I'm stronger