Lyria the Lyre
I say to You,
“I will do whatever Thou hast me do.”
You reply,
“Daughter, love, I ask you die.”
And when I beg the reason why
My heart bleeding
Lord, You cry,
“Eternity is yours!”
To my tired sigh.
“Fine,” I swear.
“Let them tear out my hair and throw stones.
You and I know nothing breaks these old bones.”
Ever since that day,
The pact that was made-
The sky hast been stormy
Uncertain and grey.
But Our love is infinite
So I’ll be okay.
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