they close their ears
they close their eyes
shrug on their cloaks of loathing
she sings from trees
they’ll never climb
a song of death and pining
the moon has split
from stones they threw
of burning words and lies of truth
all hope is lost
but still she calls
sweet melodies before she falls
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
they close their ears
they close their eyes
shrug on their cloaks of loathing
she sings from trees
they’ll never climb
a song of death and pining
the moon has split
from stones they threw
of burning words and lies of truth
all hope is lost
but still she calls
sweet melodies before she falls
