And so does the downhearted tune Resound through this murky night And the wind groan its wistful song For the ill-lucked dwellers in plight These two round-shouldered figures Forward slowly through this grey day Under the fores?ts white canopy Out of the drifting snow?s way With rime dressed-faces they wander With guilt carved-hearts they flee With grim stained-minds they hover Between hope and despair With rime dressed-faces they wander With guilt carved-hearts they flee With grim stained-minds they ponder If they ever be free of their sins May the stars become my eyes And the wind become my hearing Let them guide us through These pitch-dark mornings May the snowfall end And the shining moon rise So we can find our way out From these all-consuming nights Underneath the blanket of stars Embraced by another cold night Two round-shouldered figures Leave these shores behind Quietly they wonder If they ever will see the light They now lose in their shadows Owe to the darkest of nights
Posted on: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 08:53:30 +0000
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