The day you'll come, it doesn't seem so near,
The day you'll come, a distant, fading sphere,
Yet your promise, a lie, I can't quite bear.
The day you'll come, it doesn't seem so near.
In that beloved's lane, peace I can find,
In that beloved's lane, to solace I am bound,
But going there each day, doesn't feel kind,
The day you'll come, it doesn't seem so near.
Since I have seen you, restless is my heart,
Since I have seen you, a world torn far apart,
To say there's bond, a role I can't impart,
The day you'll come, it doesn't seem so near.
What should I do, concerning that soul's plight?
What should I do, to heal in the fading light?
Not a stranger, yet mine, he's out of sight,
But your promise, a lie, I can't quite bear,
The day you'll come, it doesn't seem so near,
The day you'll come, a distant, fading sphere.
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