My Curse
I am cursed to walk this land
A bloody blade rests in my worn hand
When will she finally see?
That she, no longer needs me
My body grows weary from living on
From life to legend, into time and song
She looks upon me under a sea of stars
Her eyes have turned to cold steel bars
When will I wake form this hell?
Time shall only tell
For now I serve as a slave
And i shall remain this, to my grave.
A bloody blade rests in my worn hand
When will she finally see?
That she, no longer needs me
My body grows weary from living on
From life to legend, into time and song
She looks upon me under a sea of stars
Her eyes have turned to cold steel bars
When will I wake form this hell?
Time shall only tell
For now I serve as a slave
And i shall remain this, to my grave.
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