Dreamhenge Colors of Your Own (feat. Marco Bianchi & Richard Montefiore) lyrics

Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration,
comes on like winter rain
Will this get better,
or is it trepidation
When the morning comes,
will I rise up from this bed

What the hell am I doing,
alone here at the station,
Sould I take my pride
and make my way back home,
The fire in my eyes
and the passions that were burning.
Now the flames they scare me,
I've got scars upon my hands.

Mama's in the kitchen,
hot soup on her table,
she spends her days
and nights slaving away,

Deep inside her,
something else was raging,
what about those voices,
what did they say?
Inside your hand you hold a child,
whose name is creation

little girls need love
as much as little boys.

And the little rascals grow,
and they're nurtured by your loving,
don't you think it's time you chose
colors of your own?

Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration,
comes on like winter rain

Inside your hand you hold a child,
whose name is creation
don't you think it's time you chose
colors of your own?

Countless hours writing
Countless hours waiting
Sadness, frustration,
comes on like winter rain
Inside your hand you hold a child,
whose name is creation
don't you think it's time you chose
colors of your own?