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Six Trillion Years and Overnight StoryOnce a upon a time and place unknown
Lived a boy forgot and left all alone
No one knew what he could do or of this fairytale
Probably since before the day I was born
Call it fate but I was drowned with scorn
No one tried to be on my side so I'd turn the other cheek
I can't help my feeling sad
Though I guess it ain't too bad
Calling from the setting sun
Took my hand and flew away
Tell me why Tell me why
No one ever tells me why
Why they hate me and despise me when I haven't done a thing
In the rain all I feel is this never ending chill
But a trillion trillion trillion years had left me freezing cold
Can I die? Can I die?
I'm just waiting 'til I die
Never dreamed a single dream so kind in my entire life
No one knew, even cared for this fleeting fairy tail
Then it slipped into seething sun and soon it sailed away
All this time it bore right down to the core
All the pain had torn and left me sore
Right behind you had all this time been watching from my side
Cannot look or hear or speak to
A l o n eB-r-o-k-e-n |h|e|a|r|t|,
B l a c k e n e d sky,
S t a r l e s s *n*i*g*h*t*.
Sixteen Moons Lyricssixteen moons,
sixteen of your deepest fears,
sixteen times you dreamed my tears,
falling, falling through the years...
sound of thunder in your ears,
sixteen miles before she nears,
sixteen seeks what sixteen fears...
sixteen times you dreamed my fears,
sixteen will try to bind the spheres,
sixteen screams but just one hears...
the claming moon,
the hour nears,
in these pages darkness clears,
powers bind what fire sears...
now has come the day you fear,
claim or be claimed,
moon or sun destroy me here...
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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