When the wind whispers down through eaves
And you're starring at the window like and iron latch key
Waiting for a sign and you will only loose
To the twilight days of middle age
For soon your years of wishing will be gone
And who will love the daisy when it's drained
So leave your hymns of sorrow in the past
Or you'll remain in the shadows of the stained
Laughing in complete surrender,
Perpetually cloistered from the fray
Coolly I stutter like a nervous caterpillar
But one day I'll learn to fly away
For those who forget the Name
March saliently into winters peaks
A lifetime of mistakes is worth the price of shame
If it escapes the wallflower Royalty
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