Duelist - True Widow

Come at dawn
All the burning lights are wasted
Tongue tied now
You can't understand the torture
In the morning of the day
With the cold world brings a fear
Solitude
Hope to hear all is not gone and wasted
Deep and dark underground
Apart from all that's aching
In the seconds near a time
Just a figure in my mind
When the mourning doves' on high
I cannot feel all the feelings I might
Out the gate I come undone
How can I feel all these feelings at once
Tempt the bottom feeding love
Wade in the darkest of darkened accounts
Rest and breath in all your last of days
Solitude
Hope to hear all is not gone and wasted
Deep and dark underground
Apart from all that's aching
In the seconds near a time
Just a figure in my mind
And a pale cloud passes by
Duelist - True Widow