ENYA

Enya in your language is there a word for anger
Or is it in your temple where you hide?
Enya in your temple your flowers bloom like fire
But now your color’s faded and your cold
 
Hide in your inner circle – Strength ain’t muscle
Whatever makes it better – hold on to your pride
In time your pain will wither – fucked up and lost
Hurt won’t live forever
 
Enya in your garden all of your angels gather
Taking you into hiding under their wings
Enya in your saviour can you find hope for a future
Where all your fences and anger won’t cloud your way
Enya in your garden is there a fire for comfort
Burning you inhibitions away