I passed right through
Her fingers, her mortal despair
It's me
I read between
The gemstones that dripped from her lips
For me
I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter
My child sings soft
And sweet to herself
I know no life
Can live forever
Sailing away
I go from myself
Shadows wicked
Finger is pointing
Wrapped in a sorry
Shroud of my sickness
Without you I have
Become a mortal
With this child in my
In my bleeding arms
I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter
I passed right through
Her fingers, her mortal despair
It's me
I read between
The gemstones that dripped from her lips
For me
Wrapped in a sorry
Shroud of my sickness
Without you I have
Become a mortal
With this child in my
In my bleeding arms
I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter
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