I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I sleep a hundred year
I pray my loved ones shed no tear
How doth my eyes do decieve
My heart betrayed this winter's eve
Upon my soul t'was pressed severe
Joy and clarity, lost to fear
Promise undone
To trust no one until the time is nigh
When hearts can love
And gentle dove may to peace she fly
Words alone express abyss?
Nay, no valiant warrior won
No peace be made
All truth be slayed
Before the ember fire run
Sometimes we should leave the words for another day and let the music carry us away.
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