Far deeper than the grasp of mortal mind
And ceases to exist the age alone
Of destiny which blurs by tearful eye
Through solitude unto a memory
That traps within a broken state that grows
While angels fair no gutless man like me
Oh, how it is I know this in my soul
So by that thought which lives to haunt inside
I dream of what may end my weariness
And cut a moment to attain and die
Toward a fate which echoes hopefulness
And ceases to exist the age alone
Of destiny which blurs by tearful eye
Through solitude unto a memory
That traps within a broken state that grows
While angels fair no gutless man like me
Oh, how it is I know this in my soul
So by that thought which lives to haunt inside
I dream of what may end my weariness
And cut a moment to attain and die
Toward a fate which echoes hopefulness
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