I always feared, I’d lose the spirit from my eyes
Perishing to the depths of the relentless tides
As a son of perdition, raped by the “love”
Of a spiteful father that cast me down
Mother I cry, when will I find you?
I am in pain, aching from disgust
Perhaps mother, it’s best for this way
My soul, my spirit floats longing for serenity
Just swaying with myself in the wind
Infinitely through pounding squalls of my own pain.
Underneath the black clouds, blinding the sun
I journey seas my prayers for you, my dearest heart
The way to heaven is not paved with my gold,
My soul’s not just for its road.
So I bid farewell to set adrift,
I’m not fit for this world, I’ll swim to the next one.
Mother I cry, when will I find you?
I am in pain, bleeding from my wounds
Perhaps mother, it’s best for this way
My body, my vessel lays waiting for eternity
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