Fallen Saints

You were my anchor,

my guide in the cold

(where were you?)

A quiet hand that I used to hold

But when the storm broke and washed it away

You left me standing to figure the way

Maybe the saint had to step from the light (ahhh)

To let me stumble and walk through the night

I learned to breathe when you broke the old spell

I learned to save myself from this hell

(to learn to live...)