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Son Of The Mourning
(Verse 1)
I am the son without a soul,
Lying high in heaven on a mountain cliff.
Where raging waves clinch, with watery jaws,
Against the bedrock below, their fierce grip.

Though robbed of silence and understanding,
My denial of hope pours down like acid rain.
The echoes of love once dwelled abound,
But now, your presence is the source of my pain.

(Chorus)
You are the reason why I bleed,
Never whole to start with, not worth fighting for.
In your vengeance, I'm defeated again,
Unable to revive, I can't anymore.

(Verse 2)
In this world, a fine line between skill and passion,
To steal love and the words that reveal a hidden heart.
Now that I am coming down, you remember me,
But all I see is despair tearing me apart.

You loathe what I aspire to acquire,
A new world order built on shadows' fuel.
I sing the same song of death and despair,
Temporarily silenced, my pain is cruel.

(Chorus)
Always returning, full circles of pain,
Beautiful suicide, a haunting refrain.
I am the son of the Mourning, left behind,
Alone and unable to reconcile my mind.

(Bridge)
From my blood spills, a trail back to my door,
Grieving fine, learning to lose all on my own.
Everyone must feel guilty by now,
Thirty years later, thirty hours ago.

(Verse 3)
I won't be the only son of the Mourning,
Remember how you wanted to strip me of the world.
To make me only notice you, so demanding,
But I've realized I don't need you, unfurled.

You want me dead today, but for what it's worth,
Your skills to divide, conquer, and terminate.
I smell the son of the Mourning, rebirth,
I am not your savior, I no longer wait.

(Chorus)
I am the fallen, unable to reconcile,
The world around me, my purpose unclear.
But I embrace the difference, find redemption,
No longer controlled by your fear.

(Outro)
I am the son of the Mourning,
Found where you left me behind.
Alone, but stronger, I rise above,
No longer disgraced, a new path I find.


Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
Composer: Dr. Dashaun Snipes
©️ Dr. Dashaun Snipes
®️ Son Of The Mourning
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