The Waking
I, I heard you stirring
I heard you waking in relief from your dreams
I heard them calling, those parasitic
Those little fears that bring no relief
And you call
And I answer
But your thoughts are deafening the sound
Clemency's virtue, it will not gaze on you it has no blessings at all
Because you pinned all of your luck on an unlucky man, what a foolish thing to do to yourself
And I call
And you answer
But my thoughts are deafening the sound
Writer/s: Du Bellows