Never Will Death Do Us Part
Can you feel the black sand escape
Through the torn stiches of our wounds?
Oh how fragile is the dark!
It fades, oh so innocent, with light's touch
Like a child it seeks refuge.
And still our ghostly arms reach out
To feel, to grasp heaven's light.
So weary our hearts have become
That only doubt remains in our souls.
The day will never accept the night.
Take my hand before tomorrow does.
The grave will pronounce us one
And the dirges will play
While the wind carries us away.
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