The night will be torn in twos,
with days stripped away,
and hearts shattered a thousand times,
by the alleviant of sorrow d'crees.
To wake and be no morrow;
to love and live, but not live to love;
a d'crees sought by woes of many.
A heart shadowed by a stillness clock,
by the foe of twenty men.
A dream stripped from a child's grasp,
shattered by a hellish song
Sung by an acute sorrow;
by the likes of sorrow d'crees.