Forsaken be the last tears
As we’re heading for tomorrow
We wished to stay forever in yesterday
Consumed in our desperate thoughts
And once vivid pictures in our minds
Somehow will forever fade by the time
What we believed of disaster changed
And took a form of a greater tragedy
The voices that raised high to prevent,
Now choke in front of the loss unfair
But the eyes remain still wet
Forsaken be the last tears
Oh! Moments before desperation
I beg thee in infinity forever to remain
Never to come back, I silently pray
Repelled be thy works of horror
And if the stride of time ends,
Who shows that really cares?
Forsaken be the last tears
Youth once again withered, departed
Flickered but in the end went off
Dwindled away to unknown ways
Life stumbled and surrendered
And we still count the numbers
But we loose the meanings
Forsaken be the last tears
The grand opus of our age
I wish I couldn’t understand
And if spring once meant renaissance
Now just became a synonym of loss
And siren’s voice reminds our flaws
Suddenly we’ve lost control
Forsaken be the last tears
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
Forsaken be the last tears
As we’re heading for tomorrow
We wished to stay forever in yesterday
Consumed in our desperate thoughts
And once vivid pictures in our minds
Somehow will forever fade by the time
What we believed of disaster changed
And took a form of a greater tragedy
The voices that raised high to prevent,
Now choke in front of the loss unfair
But the eyes remain still wet
Forsaken be the last tears
Oh! Moments before desperation
I beg thee in infinity forever to remain
Never to come back, I silently pray
Repelled be thy works of horror
And if the stride of time ends,
Who shows that really cares?
Forsaken be the last tears
Youth once again withered, departed
Flickered but in the end went off
Dwindled away to unknown ways
Life stumbled and surrendered
And we still count the numbers
But we loose the meanings
Forsaken be the last tears
The grand opus of our age
I wish I couldn’t understand
And if spring once meant renaissance
Now just became a synonym of loss
And siren’s voice reminds our flaws
Suddenly we’ve lost control
Forsaken be the last tears
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