| Did we make it through the night, or was it just a dream of woe?
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| When did mother’s arms turn to dust?
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| The fortress so unbroken,
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| But still your heart was strong to lead us all through.
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| The gentle morning mist still veiling the graves,
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| Breathe it in and watch the sunrise,
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| Time will wait for us in this early hour
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| Like the ghosts still lingering on the flowers.
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| Time won’t heal,
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| It just buries the pain and slowly changes its form,
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| But a bleeding heart is an open one, alive yet so undone,
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| We carry these wounds until night forgives us.
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| Loneliness so hard to bear,
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| When these rooms breathe emptiness,
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| Still your voice is all around me here,
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| Singing me to the blue dream through the quiet summer rain.
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| Time won’t heal,
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| It just buries the pain and slowly changes its form,
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| But a bleeding heart is an open one, alive yet so undone,
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| We carry these wounds until night forgives us.
|
| Did we make it through the night, or was it just a dream of woe?
|
| When did mother’s arms turn to dust?
|
| The fortress so unbroken,
|
| But still your heart was strong to lead us all through.
|
| The gentle morning mist still veiling the graves,
|
| Breathe it in and watch the sunrise,
|
| Time will wait for us in this early hour.
|
| Time won’t heal,
|
| It just buries the pain and slowly changes its form,
|
| But a bleeding heart is an open one, alive yet so undone,
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| We carry these wounds until night forgives us And lets us say a last goodbye. |