Is it?

is it you the one I knew had to be there, somewhere behind all the chatter next to a silent prayer but until now, refused to believe we could be will our paths advance far from possession's hand malignant's niece and tenderly glide with childlike hope away from dissension's fears circles of madness enclose where is the freedom once promised and seen, or was that merely a mirage in some twisted and psychotic dream I have sojourned for more than I bargained for and yet, can't bring myself to stop this journey is taxing and cold won't you walk by my side step into my world stay through the reasons and believe, with me ...