All the creatures stop in quell
To listen to your feeble smell
Of all the fear down in your heart
Down, down in the deepest part
The moonlight yells,
The starshine screams
And tries to unknot the seams
Those tight seams divide in two
Your heart that won't give in to you
Though this song might never end
If you ever need a friend
The hope that never shows itself
Lives in your eyes, and there to help
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
All the creatures stop in quell
To listen to your feeble smell
Of all the fear down in your heart
Down, down in the deepest part
The moonlight yells,
The starshine screams
And tries to unknot the seams
Those tight seams divide in two
Your heart that won't give in to you
Though this song might never end
If you ever need a friend
The hope that never shows itself
Lives in your eyes, and there to help
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