I watch the moon cry
the illuminated window creaked
as I lean forward the cold glass
Touching the flaws
Heavy sigh escape my lips
Why should this happen?
The stars embracing
soothing the killing loneliness
One by one they sing with haunting voices that stay
Cold breath on the lily
Forgive me...
Those hands are not grasped
Those tears do not belong on the ground
They are suppose to be on my shoulder
Silver light fill my place
Sitting on the quivering bench
I wonder if we will make it there
The heat from your hands
it still lingers on my cheeks
The dawn is approaching
The dark is retreating
Shall I be there?
Shall I break the binding fate that shackles you to the sad past?
Just tell me you are still there
Just a single heartbeat will be enough
I long for your voice
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