with every move its hunger is yearning
forbidden morsels bounded by faith
should it ressist the temptation it crave
one should believe in prayer it sees
or alone shall it quietly be sieze
and on the night of midsummers dream
the smoke shall rise ans rise it seem
the dark that engulfs souls of the lost
will come during the fall of frost
and as the bitter night goes on
the warm heart that reigned is now held on
all that was hope for now has gone
dispersed with the wind triumph that won
the faith believed could not stay long
accompanied by only a lonely song
I have nothing more to say than to feel the pain everyday
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