Upon this lonely night
I sit nestled like the dove
quietly crooning for love
or some other hope
And you knew giving into fate
to clip your own wings
despite the strong desire to sing to me
it was your only chance to fly away
My lonesome, longing song
echoing throughout your years
could never follow you home
And plucked from passion
an empty rain, a faith in dreams no more
found within the sighs of your silence
were my painful, hidden tears
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