in time we shall be born again
in retrospect will I be there holding your hand
will the shade of what we used to be
be there to tell us the part
will we bare remenants of... we
crying
this newborn
the night of tales
as we desend upon our rose
the thorns we must bare
a pain we must...
in time we shall be born again
in respect will I be there
will the heart of what we used to be
be there to show us our part
will we bare the reminders of... us
dying
this time of sand
the tales of night
as we descend upon our thorne
the thorns we must bare
a pain we must share
tell me of your memories
as I pretend to never know
this bleeding head of unforgiving
this lie I can't stand
tell me of your daydreams
of how we used to be
in time we shall be born again
baring fruit for this tree...
may we...
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