Torches - Jonathan Thulin

It’s a cold winter’s night in my soul, torches light up the sky like foretold

They are coming for me young and old cause they don’t know, they don’t know

All the choices I made led me here, never knew man was something to fear

Now the witch hunters are drawing near cause they don’t know, they don’t know

That I’m waiting, waiting for someone to see me

I’m waiting, waiting for these wounds to wipe clean

I have hidden my face far away cause the flesh on my skin is on display

They say healing will come if I pray but they don’t know, they don’t know

That I’m waiting, waiting for someone to see me

I’m waiting, I’m waiting for these wounds to wipe clean

I did not choose my disease, please see the flower in the weeds

Cause I’m waiting, waiting for someone to see me

I am waiting, I’m waiting for these wounds to wipe clean

I’m waiting

I’m just waiting oh, oh, oh