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A Veil in the Wind
Memory, down in a hole where love waits Blinded by contempt And diseased, waiting for the magistrate To announce the sentencing. A forgotten plight, calling for attention where Sound has no weight Another day, and all of this will fade away And with it goes the shame. Here lie my dead hands in a cold steel grave A veil’ll be coming in the wind. Here lie the ruins of the past in an empty space A veil’ll be coming in the wind. Memory, down on its knees and in a state Can’t find what it craves, Because it’s too late, to remember a dream that once was awake And had so much to say. Here lie my dead hands in a cold steel grave A veil’ll be coming in the wind. Here lie the ruins of the past in an empty space A veil’ll be coming in the wind. A veil’ll be coming in the wind to wave goodbye And cover up what once was alive. A veil’ll be floating on the wind in times gone by To remind us of another life. |