What is it that you love, when you look into my eyes?
do you see the man i am, or merely my disguise?
What is it that you love, when you gaze upon my face?
do you seek to heal me? or to save me from this place?
what is it that you love, when you say those words to me?
when reality is just a grain of sand in our eternity.
what is it that you love, when you stand upon my grave?
will you say " here lies a man the world couldn't save?
what is it that you love, when theres nothing left of me?
in life or death it seems, you saw something i dont see.
The day is done, and so am I, so meet me on the other side
I find no solace here, among the mossy stones
I find no solace here amidst decaying bones
my solitude reflected back at me, beneath the falling leaves
fills me with the longing just to lie beneath these trees
The day is done and so am i, and yet i still must wonder why
i find no solace here, where people come to cry
i find no solace here, where dead ones come to lie
my lonely soul, will remain whole, and shine to warm the breeze
while longing for eternity to put my woes at ease
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