Their whispers
become
like cries
tears fall from blinded eyes
ninty nine have burned as embers
ninty nine have lost their lives
tired arms
now fight for life
amidst the crash-
shing waves they're drowning
will you
hold me
until mornings light
and i'll
tell you
what its like to die
die tonight
its to late
to cry
now she sees her face
and screams
was once
so beautiful
now kissed by flames
and showered
with glass
so beautiful
yet so cruel
the way love tends to be
her beauty
so cruel
the way love tends to be
will you
hold me
until mornings light
and i'll
tell you
what its like to die
will you
hold me
until mornings light
and i'll
tell you
what its like to die
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