It's Not Wrong To Love You
To you it's just another dismal mourning
To once again open your weary eyes
Feeling hollowed inside, ashes filling your being
Looking at a bleak, cold, haunting winter dying day
Your smiling going high in the winds
No angel has fallen to grasp you in warmth
Feeling soiled by the wretchedness
Like a bird I watched you from the towers of a stretched horizon
I can feel your pale soul in flames that paint a bitter canvas
If you need embracement, I'll be there
You and I can watch the show fall together
Being in a silent Northplace woods
Gathering love, free from death and life
I want to fire blaze in your eyes
So that the anguish can be ripped from your chest
In the nightfall, let us walk along the river of shadows
The moonlight being are guide
Fireflies soaring through the blackened sky
I will take an oath to you that gleams
To make sure your flame burns brilliance
I hope you do the same for me
Casting unearthly unison
Because it's not wrong to love you
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