Is this night of sorrow, a lifetime's plight?
I've lingered awake, for a single drop of night.
I've lingered awake, for a single drop of night.
Without the sting, the vision yearns, it craves,
Without the sting, the vision yearns, it craves.
Their grief, a crimson tide my weeping braves.
These wounds, a tapestry, woven for life's stage,
I've lingered awake, for a single drop of night.
My breath, it bloomed their paths, their haven made,
My breath, it bloomed their paths, their haven made.
Their gaze, no longer, turns where I have stayed.
A world forsaken, for their distant gate,
I've lingered awake, for a single drop of night.
This yearning waits, for time to softly mend,
This yearning waits, for time to softly mend.
That path I shun, a poison without end.
Is this night of sorrow, a lifetime's plight?
I've lingered awake, for a single drop of night.
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