In the darkness of the night,
Many secrets are kept
And under the woven rug of truth,
Many lies are swept
In the clock that keeps the time,
Many loves are lost
And with the blood of the innocent,
Is how love pays the cost
Into the sea of forgetfulness,
We toss the ties that bind
And in the heart of goodness,
It is evil that we find
In the bottom of Pandoras box,
Lies the last bit of hope found
And to the heartbreak that is love,
We are each and everyone bound
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
In the darkness of the night,
Many secrets are kept
And under the woven rug of truth,
Many lies are swept
In the clock that keeps the time,
Many loves are lost
And with the blood of the innocent,
Is how love pays the cost
Into the sea of forgetfulness,
We toss the ties that bind
And in the heart of goodness,
It is evil that we find
In the bottom of Pandoras box,
Lies the last bit of hope found
And to the heartbreak that is love,
We are each and everyone bound
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