Raise my spirit
It has sunken past recognition
Happiness captured by the dark
Now I'm bound by everything I hate
Tranquility has gone from my soul
Anguished, I writhe
I fight your battles
And I am losing…
Petrified in solid fear
I cannot tell myself it’s gone
I would wipe the tears,
If I knew how to cry
Can you wither a dying rose past its ashes?
You have succeeded
Maternal guilt is fostered
And forever it will bind us
I will share your dread
And this gloom I profess
Will leave me broken
For some soul to fix
Those who try
Parish
How can I ask him?
Ask him to love a withered soul
I, a tired girl lost within her mother’s guilt
Angels hark not for me
They weep for you,
Indefinitely
Look deeper and you will see
My eyes have welled
But my soul is lost
And my heart…crushed
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