Yearning

a dawn rose slow and quietly from a womb of meaning suddenly a barren face of agony was brought to light and it sang a cry of mankind heart wrenching threnody that grew to immense hights too dreadful to describe still we stood with our eyes fixed into

the wind blows through a broken window bringing the leaves of autumn inside as i'm sitting here trying to catch a thought and try somehow not to cry it should be easy to start but day after day it's getting harder the walls are cracking and it's cold in

ride to the silent shores and fly through the gardens of time you will find your heaven your god had closed his eyes alone free you are view immortalized by the crave for what there is beyond the fields of gloom far from the useless lives of those empty

plae lights are fading for final times in my eyes for soon i realize i may never awake again shapeless figures crying for the dawn ' cause a cloack of the night has drawn to make it seem like there's deadends in every way and the absence of a light of

plaintive scenes awake in moments care still unlike our time that leaves the one who dare to go again back there to time that never was motionless stone with non existant eyes sees the sky in red the kingdom of the end engraved its soulles name to relics

hark whence chant of thine starlit frames tunes witheld the same that oceans strive through this time falling for our dying grace fading sunset paints a woodlands face as weather bleak as ever shows its form to be mine as darkness falls through the never