Creation's Tears The Last Tear Is Cried For Romance
I’ve fallen, lower than the depths of misery
I wallow in the sorrow of my own afflictions
Resentment my only release
Lost in a corridor of trees and all while the world is at
sleep
An abundance of atrocities through a cascade of my broken
dreams
Now hear my soliloquy, it’s a sombre tale of my dismay
Of how the last tear was cried for romance
Shall the flowers bloom when the earth collides with the
sun
And all the fruits of once barren land flourish with
splendor
Lost in a corridor of trees and all while the world is at
sleep
An abundance of atrocities through a cascade of my broken
dreams
Now hear my soliloquy, it’s a sombre tale of my dismay
Of how the last tear was cried for romance
