The Turning Gate Before the Turning Gate, The daughter of the serpent Stands and dreams of love With poison in her veins, She is longing for what can never be Waiting, waiting, eternities For love, her last love Dust falling from her hands Windblown, beaten, she stands The road back is so much longer, So much longer and lonelier Before the Turning Gate Before the gate of stone She understands her life, Before the Turning Gate She turns and sets him free. © 2006 J.L. Stanley |
