tired of tears

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