| Tired of Tears |
|---|
| I passed right through |
| Her fingers, her mortal despair |
| It’s me |
| I read between |
| The gemstones that dripped from her lips |
| For me |
| I am so tired of tears |
| So tired of tears |
| Lay not thy hand upon |
| Lay no hand on my daughter |
| My child sings soft |
| And sweet to herself |
| I know no life |
| Can live forever |
| Sailing away |
| I go from myself |
| Shadows wicked |
| Finger is pointing |
| Wrapped in a sorry |
| Shroud of my sickness |
| Without you I have |
| Become a mortal |
| With this child in my |
| In my bleeding arms |
| I am so tired of tears |
| So tired of tears |
| Lay not thy hand upon |
| Lay no hand on my daughter |
| I passed right through |
| Her fingers, her mortal despair |
| It’s me |
| I read between |
| The gemstones that dripped from her lips |
| For me |
| Wrapped in a sorry |
| Shroud of my sickness |
| Without you I have |
| Become a mortal |
| With this child in my |
| In my bleeding arms |
| I am so tired of tears |
| So tired of tears |
| Lay not thy hand upon |
| Lay no hand on my daughter |
