Tears

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My tears hold my secrets

Known as the beast's curse

For it holds our weakness

Mirror's reflection can't be reversed

The river of the lost

Where lives were cost

My sins slip into darkness

As oceans fill my loneliness

Tears to ripples, ripples to sea

All in the past, for now, you plea

Your whispers, your smile

Gone, just for a while

The present crumples to dust

My sins become a remedy

As the metal turns to rust

They fade into my memory

The grip so cold

I cannot be so bold

Weapon in his hand

The light no longer stands

The forest of clarity

Burden no more, departed from your charity

Tape together the broken alpha

I will take us to Valhalla

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