Loss. Grief. Hope.
Quiet solitude in winter.
Warming.
Sun dots the skyline and holds clouds at bay.
The snow begins to melt and breeze sets sway,
The trees of the night know not what is their plight.
For when we watch the death, of our only known light,
We just lose all hope.
Lose All hope…
Lose all hope.
Hope
Whispered words across the meadows.
Silence.
Sunrise brings the chill of dawn and the morrow.
But know our thoughts go out to those in sorrow.
The shift of the sea, with the sway of the tree,
On the night of the lamentations over thee.
We just lose all hope.
Lose all hope
Lose all hope.
Hope.
Honoured lords we wish your blessing.
Praying.
We come to ask for peace to the dead and dying.
We come not grieving nor in pain, we're not crying.
We hear of the gods, nothing but words and nods.
And we know we cannot fight against such fated odds.
We just lose all hope.
Lose all hope.
Lose all hope.
Hope.
Last we visit graves of past days.
Weeping.
Know the dawn brings with it peace and the Rains.
We can endure the strife the loss. The pains.
We are the lost, in the ghostly ill frost,
Of the night on the moors, we have paid a dear cost.
We just lose all hope
Lose all hope.
Lose all hope.
Hope.
I hear the cry of a sullen child.
Mourning.
She lies on knees of grass and fall's final leaf.
I watch her bow her head in ashen-faced grief.
I hear not the pleas, of the living on their knees,
Hoping someone above sees.
We just lose All hope
Have some hope.
Hold to hope.
Hope.
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