Lament

Lament - Solitude Aeturnus

A world turning

In opposite direction

Bells toll of my lament

Skies not blue

Rain on the path

I wander

Empty and alone

Never looking up

No

Mo not sad just hollow

Each breath gone

Expelling life from myself

Closer to ash

Speak to me of beauty

Maneuver with grace grace

Enter my thoughts with light thoughts with light

Maneuver with grace grace

Maneuver with grace

Maneuver with grace

Waking from nightmares

A life of repeat

We continue on

Straight to the end

And all I need

Is what I need

To breath

Of my soul

All I need

Is what I need

To breath

Of my soul

All I need

Is what I need

To breath

Of my soul

All I need

Is what I need

To breath

Of my soul

All I need

Is what I need

To breath

Of my soul