Letras
Still, the scent of earth on your skin remains
And the stain of ash still burdens my hands
The bygone faces of my youth
Missing voices of soothing innocence
Are only dreamt up in sleep
On my knees, I weep before your urn
Only wishing it had been my turn
In the early morning moonlight
There is freedom in the silence
A single taste of respite
Where I can remember what it was like to never fear
The day that time will let me know
The night that time will let me go
The bygone faces of my youth
Missing voices of soothing innocence
Are only dreamt up in sleep
On my knees, I weep before your urn
Only wishing it had been my turn
You are a bygone era
You won't spare her
You are a bygone life
You won't spare him
You are a bygone face
You won't save them
You won't spare them
Your hand falls away
You turn
And when I look again
Your face has gone away