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The faintest dawn veils upon emptied remains

Death usurps my every dream

I see the path before me, it seems to crystal clear

Yet whenever I draw near, a blockade unveils and I am made to fold my hands

Bury my face and concede

Chorus:

The silence festers

Shivering for warmth

I pray for Summer's return

Before the brumal sunrise

Bathes these hollow bones

Harboring stale seas

The realms of isolation

This cage once protected but the feathers fall

This vase once sustained but the petals rot

Weep, oh sparrow

Wilt, oh rose

Suspended o'er the pit of death

I fall to the bottom of the illusionistic glass

Where the light shines so transluscent upon the window pane

I search afar in vain

I give up my hopes

I give up my dreams

I bury my face and concede

Tears fall from empty flowers

To feed the birds within their towers

An end to our woes, we reach for

But the pane keeps us from breaching

Yoked to a lonely stake, never shall I leave the broken solace

The realms of isolation

Oh, I am so ashamed.