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Counterfeit Tears
The house is Shaking,
I'm stirred from my deep slumber,
As I'm told you've embarked on yours,
In the dead of night, A morning that's has not yet seen light,
Like a whispered woe,
It's when the lord takes his daughter.
Everyone is weeping,
Everyone is occupied,
Tears could flood the house,
I'm sad yet content,
Suffering has ceased, and death is part of life,
Embrace the flight,
What awaits you is the glow of pearly gates' welcome.
I'm intimidated,
I feel the urge to weep as my mother did for her own, You.
But the tears don't fall, Not the genuine ones.
I've wept counterfeit tears, not out of malice, but from the fear of seeming unfeeling.
© Myth
I'm stirred from my deep slumber,
As I'm told you've embarked on yours,
In the dead of night, A morning that's has not yet seen light,
Like a whispered woe,
It's when the lord takes his daughter.
Everyone is weeping,
Everyone is occupied,
Tears could flood the house,
I'm sad yet content,
Suffering has ceased, and death is part of life,
Embrace the flight,
What awaits you is the glow of pearly gates' welcome.
I'm intimidated,
I feel the urge to weep as my mother did for her own, You.
But the tears don't fall, Not the genuine ones.
I've wept counterfeit tears, not out of malice, but from the fear of seeming unfeeling.
© Myth
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