Charon Rain
Dying rose in a vase of gold
For someone who rains
And brings her to life again
Blood on your defeated leaves
And a tear for your arm
No soul to weep for here
Rain above here eyes never reached to make her blind
And the fire colored night
Tragedy by trust, lost her wolrd to the pyre
And the fire wrote these lines
Seized to a world thatÂ's built on lost
The dream has begun
To shate its silent touch
Her loving turned to dust
Frail in my hands, soul twisted out, crawling to the end…
Rain above her eyes never reached to make her blind
And the fire colored night
Tragedy by trust, lost her wolrd to the pyre
And the fire wrote these lines.
Rain above her eyes never reached to make her blind
And the fire colored night
Tragedy by trust, lost her wolrd to the pyre
And the fire wrote these lines.
