Nightingale On Silent Hill
On mourning and silent hill
There is black and sadly house
The time as the devil’s seal
on doors and I look in south
I’m trying to find the hope
The way in the future’s light
The house just stands in dope
It seems like in endless fight.
The nightfall will cover all
The house and man within
The nightingale starts to call
for someone who can’t get in.
She wants to begin again,
But destiny’s not her will
The nightfall has covered man
And house on his silent hill.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017
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