Echoes Of The Silent Shore

Compelled to discretion I've sworn my last vow Such chaotic intensity As a slow, high pitched growl To quiet this strangled obsession My home is now fleeting away Worn through a vagrant immensity My heart holds the sweat of my brow Oh, what without this everlasting Would the will of my last request say Such a pondery of emotional lashing Would solidarity even be gray When lonliness feels like a party I think that it's time to digress I feel so awful to be parting Tho these hearts, they were said to be blessed.