Cold tinted, frozen wind of time.
Blows from the dark to the blue toned sky.
Whispers gather, to judge her crime.
In the parliament of crippled cries..
Who told the sun laughter is thin.
To burn when pain in our hearts, win
and made the moist regain it stand.
In the conference of ashes in the sand.
Show me the beauty in your fears.
Show me what lies beneath your shine.
Let me see your mourning in laughter.
As we together in memories, dine.
We've permeated the eyes of dawn..
With onions of tomorrow.
Lets gather the tears that fall.
For the washing of many sorrows.
As whispers gather, to judge her crime.
In the parliament of crippled cries.
© Danny El
Blows from the dark to the blue toned sky.
Whispers gather, to judge her crime.
In the parliament of crippled cries..
Who told the sun laughter is thin.
To burn when pain in our hearts, win
and made the moist regain it stand.
In the conference of ashes in the sand.
Show me the beauty in your fears.
Show me what lies beneath your shine.
Let me see your mourning in laughter.
As we together in memories, dine.
We've permeated the eyes of dawn..
With onions of tomorrow.
Lets gather the tears that fall.
For the washing of many sorrows.
As whispers gather, to judge her crime.
In the parliament of crippled cries.
© Danny El
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