Abingdon Boys School Song: Innocent Sorrow
PAIN spills and flows from the wound in my torn chest In the dark
And dissolves the thoughts that connect overlapped moments
Having a nightmare in a fever that I can’t wake from, I can’t hear your final voice
Don’t cry, if I embraced you to the point that you seem to break, you’d tremble, Oh…
Show me that you’ll softly touch my raised palms; Never… Until the end
Like the spilling and falling sand, I give a fleeting wish Close to the light
Tears that don’t dry stain your shut face
Prayers pierce deeply through the crevices between my outstretched fingers
How much boundless pain and sorrow was I able to save you from? Oh…
Show me that you’ll touch my raised palms more strongly; Ever and never end
I’ll release, So far away
With wings of engraving life, longing for the next world in which I’ll be reborn
Don’t cry, if I embraced you to the point that you seem to break, you’d tremble, Oh…
Show me that you’ll softly touch my raised palms
Surely, I’ve searched for the unfading miracle named ‘you’
Touch me with stronger palms; Ever and never end
 California_burrito · Sun Oct 07, 2007 @ 07:58pm · 1 Comments |
