the sky was weeping

far away from

all of this

the hurt

the emptiness

i remember what used to be

the forgotten returns to me

the firelight burning withing your eyes

awakened sacred things

as the sky was gently weeping

lonely spirit

fold your wings

trouble not

and come to rest with me

there exists

no torment here

no more doubt

no more fear

the firelight

burning within your eyes

awakened sacred things

as the sky was gently weeping