I've cried all sunless mornings
Trying to heal my soulless body
Breathing my miserable fears
Living in this dead world,
Plucking the thorns of dried roses
My bloodless hands red
And my lifeless thoughts beautiful
Someday a sun may rise
My lightless mornings end
Maybe my griefs someday fleet
Maybe my scars someday fade
Maybe we someday meet
Maybe we stop to hate.
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 8:55 PM UTC
I've cried all sunless mornings
Trying to heal my soulless body
Breathing my miserable fears
Living in this dead world,
Plucking the thorns of dried roses
My bloodless hands red
And my lifeless thoughts beautiful
Someday a sun may rise
My lightless mornings end
Maybe my griefs someday fleet
Maybe my scars someday fade
Maybe we someday meet
Maybe we stop to hate.
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