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Dying days of despair

Are the mirrors of pain

The glass in which I stare

Are slowly building a palace in my mind

Where the memories breeds my fear

With halls of mourning and with walls of bitter loss



The world around me dies

As the seasons change

The water turns to ice

And another year will push the past

Further back into forgetfulness

Among the moments never to return again



Lives are spread by the wind

Growing further apart

Can`t return what has been

I will never again touch those winters

Or the shadows of the fall

Never the innocence, the light of each day



Tell me now, where`s the end to our strive

Shattered life, the point where freedom dies

Behold my eyes, can`t you see I`m terrified

Desperate holding on to a distant time



Life Shatters



Lives are spread by the wind

Growing further apart

Can`t return what has been

I will never again touch those winters

Or the shadows of the fall

Never the innocence, the light of each day



So paint the edge with tears

Of a perished emotion

A wound so severe

And much too deep to be erased

By the healing hands of time

That life has withered, and is gone forevermore

Dying days of despair

Are the mirrors of pain

The glass in which I stare

Are slowly building a palace in my mind

Where the memories breeds my fear

With halls of mourning and with walls of bitter loss



The world around me dies

As the seasons change

The water turns to ice

And another year will push the past

Further back into forgetfulness

Among the moments never to return again



Lives are spread by the wind

Growing further apart

Can`t return what has been

I will never again touch those winters

Or the shadows of the fall

Never the innocence, the light of each day



Tell me now, where`s the end to our strive

Shattered life, the point where freedom dies

Behold my eyes, can`t you see I`m terrified

Desperate holding on to a distant time



Life Shatters



Lives are spread by the wind

Growing further apart

Can`t return what has been

I will never again touch those winters

Or the shadows of the fall

Never the innocence, the light of each day



So paint the edge with tears

Of a perished emotion

A wound so severe

And much too deep to be erased

By the healing hands of time

That life has withered, and is gone forevermore

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