The evening holds a tear within its gaze,
The evening holds a tear within its gaze,
A void, your absence, paints the fading haze.
The evening holds a tear within its gaze.
Bury me now, that breath might find its ease,
Bury me now, that breath might find its ease,
My pulse has stalled, a moment’s fragile freeze.
A void, your absence, paints the fading haze.
Time, a traveler, knows no resting place,
Time, a traveler, knows no resting place,
Its ways reflect the human race.
A void, your absence, paints the fading haze.
Though bonds are severed, echoes still remain,
Though bonds are severed, echoes still remain,
A lingering respect, a whispered refrain.
The evening holds a tear within its gaze,
A void, your absence, paints the fading haze.
|
