No more Shall i'll be mourning
grieving Lord, the lost of your reign
or the scent of summer.
Lost, trapped in this time-out zone
wandering shadows and empty still, like Autumn in spring.
No directions you left and cold it stays in my glass house, my prison
my own bell jar.
As light fades love, the world is passin' through
stars out of reach so devastated in time...
Farewell
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