i passed right through her fingers
her mortal despair
it's me
i read between the gemstones
that dripped from her lips for me
i am so tired of tears
so tired of tears
lay not thy hand upon
lay no hand on my daughter
my child sings soft and sweet to herself
i know no life can live forever
sailing away i go
from myself
shadows wicked finger is pointing
wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness
without you
i have become a mortal
with this child in my
in my bleeding arms
i am so tired of tears
so tired of tears
lay not thy hand upon
lay no hand on my daughter
i passed right through her fingers
her mortal despair
it's me
i read between the gemstones
that dripped from her lips for me
wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness
without you
i have become a mortal
with this child in my
in my bleeding arms
i am so tired of tears
so tired of tears
lay not thy hand upon
lay no hand on my daughter