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Prophet of Salvation

She sang in the morning and in the darkest of night
Breathing a wind so cold that it shivered in light
Lonesome her tears never came to face
Losing her mind to the stars in the space

My little girl she had a voice pure like gold
Even God himself came down to listen and hold
Hold everything still while she sings to us all
Strengthen us all from taking the risk and fall

While the snow came to visit and the nights came by
She still sang with heartbroken voice and tearful eyes
She is sorry for the suffering in our world
Trying to comfort them with her too kind words

In war and in sickness she survived
The pain that got to her made her realize
Her song doesn't do any good to the souls out there
She cant help her dying nears
Gasping for air...

I opened my eyes in the morning light
Darker than before
I couldn't hear her song, her voice
She was someone I truly adored

God went back to heaven and soon our worlds was safe
Sometimes in the darkest night where the fear likes to be
I can hear her voice, singing only to me....

Bunden vers (Rim) av Shadowscence
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Publicerad 2014-11-29 21:23

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