Last part of the [Gray Goodbye] project
C
DREAMS
The era of strings
Has now begun
Violins on my chest
And gray dreams gone
Let go of the horizon
Of the setting sun
Pluck my fingers
Like how memories run
Within my veins
Until I'm done
Fire keeps me focused
When I am dry
Wind keeps me breathing
Whenever I sigh
Water keeps me flowing
Along with life
Earth keeps me doing
Another try
Violins on my hand
And gray dreams mean
A lot of memories
That I have seen
All of the places
That I have been
Within this life
Until I'm keen
About the lightning
That holds my stance
About the psychic
That trains my trance
About the poison
The spear and lance
About the leaf
And the last chance
Violins on my feet
And gray dreams weigh
A thousand prayers
A single day
Of reminiscing
Memories stay
Within this heart
Until I say
Metal is my shield
Throughout this flame
Darkness is my robe
Throughout this game
Rain is my crown
Throughout, the same
Flowers will be blooming
Above my name
Violins on my skin
And gray dreams think
Beyond the future
Beyond the brink
Of a broken destiny
The missing link
Within my mind
Until I sink
Beneath the glass
The fragile bed
Beneath the light
The wisdom led
Beneath the ice
The snowflake tread
Beneath the sand
The home I said
Violins inside me
And gray dreams will
Take everything
From me, I kill
My memories
But then, I'm still
Within my past
Until
The sun above
Has finally paid
The moon below
Has finally laid
The stars around
For them to fade
The planet held
The planet made
Violins on my wrist
And gray dreams bow
My final words,
And then I'll show
You what love is
Before I go,
My final song
To your hello:
Ten goodbyes
Ten more nights
Ten more reasons
Not to die
Ten true hopes
That hold my life
Have turned to gray
Before your eyes
I know you heard
Me now tonight
I know my pencil
Did its right
For now, I know
That now, I can...
Can finally say
To you, good night...
Soundtrack inspiration: [It's Not Over] by [Secondhand Serenade]
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