Dreams & Empires
The Mocking Tides
He shed an generous tear, far from honestConfessed his sins to the prying sailorWho told the tale of strangers passingThis father is mourning the death of himself Through the window, the lights flickeredA rose is left wilting Dead petals fall, thorns retain their strengthBeauty is the first to die No audience left to marvelNo neighbours to chorus Lack of apparent meaning I was hoping for this to blow overI was hoping for this to blow overI was hoping for this to blow overI was hoping for this to blow overI was hoping for this to blow over He shed an generous tear, far from honestConfessed his sins to the prying sailorWho told the tale of strangers passingThis father is mourning the death of himselfThe death of himselfThe death of himself
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