Death Song

Who's to tell your sorrow if your words just fail you and drift away?

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Time is catching up to you, life is short but the nights are very long

The bands your father used to play on rainy days are now all dead and gone

Oh who are you to ask for any more than you've been given?

Your days are just as long as all the king's and all the children's

And you feel that you've been cheated

But then life never made you any promises

Who's to know your soul after everything that binds you melts away?

Love may be the answer, but then, no one really asked you anyway