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Your Weeping Stone
When the days turn cold and gray
I am the rock against the storm
The guiding light in darkness
I am the way, the one who keeps
You far from harm
In the grip of despair and secret whimpers
The cold touch of stone and burning timbers
When all other lights fade away
I will stay constant in freezing winters
In your darkest days, come to me
I will hear your plights and songs
On swinging ropes in dying trees
I will be your weeping stone
And when the stroke of midnight comes
I will kiss your tears and wrongs
To the mournful beat of drums
I will be your weeping stone
The passing of the lasting
Fathers stricken, brother broken
The dying light will collapse
When your grief stings deeper inside
Tears fall again
When the wilted roses cease their offering
And dead petals fall down, enshrouding rings
Storm clouds seek to choke the day
I will stay constant in sobbing venting
At eves of despair, come to me
I will hear your plights and songs
At altars where dead idols bleed
I will be your weeping stone
When the razor kisses the skin
In fading light of burning homes
Running tears drip from your chin
I will be your weeping stone
I am the rock against the storm
The guiding light in darkness
I am the way, the one who keeps
You far from harm
In the grip of despair and secret whimpers
The cold touch of stone and burning timbers
When all other lights fade away
I will stay constant in freezing winters
In your darkest days, come to me
I will hear your plights and songs
On swinging ropes in dying trees
I will be your weeping stone
And when the stroke of midnight comes
I will kiss your tears and wrongs
To the mournful beat of drums
I will be your weeping stone
The passing of the lasting
Fathers stricken, brother broken
The dying light will collapse
When your grief stings deeper inside
Tears fall again
When the wilted roses cease their offering
And dead petals fall down, enshrouding rings
Storm clouds seek to choke the day
I will stay constant in sobbing venting
At eves of despair, come to me
I will hear your plights and songs
At altars where dead idols bleed
I will be your weeping stone
When the razor kisses the skin
In fading light of burning homes
Running tears drip from your chin
I will be your weeping stone
Published 26th Dec 2014
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Anonymous
27th Dec 2014 5:34pm
i feel like this is one of the songs sung by an epic character in an epic story. sang when all seems lost and despair is creeping in. lovely.
27th Dec 2014 5:37pm
Sir Hades such a tender dark write embracing my heart this morning thank you with love Crim
