Severed Ties and Lost Tongues Ii

So you say I'm too willing To do what you ask is almost too painful But your burdens become, as well, my hurt So....would I come as before in a way I though left me long ago? My angst had full control and you love me with no doubt But should the children mourn the graves of deadened dreams? Or simply let it go when you die In any way the mistakes will disappear is a way the hour loves us Then we die cold and screaming for the arms of another to wither with us