"..Invisible water flows down their cheeks
You call them teardrops. I call them wounds
You call them teardrops, oh, but I call them wounds
Shivering echoes of paradise
A lifetime stolen away, a fragment lost in eternity."



Hand in hand, I walk with time
Lest the past I fear should be known as mine.
Eternity passing as I dream each night,
Oceans of torment drowning all light.

'Lick my wounds, oh, lick my tears,'
I cry each night to a thousand deaf ears.
Not only this, it seems they're blind;
Blind to the chains that shackle and bind.

I dream of angels' wings and babys' breath;
Paradise beckons as life becomes death.
Surely such a place exists in the world,
Somewhere my soul can finally unfurl.

------- Author's Notes -------

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