Will there be another day tomorrow?
Escaping this empty feel, and sorrow,
The sound of silence creeping in,
Don't know when it will begin.
The sadness we share, and the burden we bear,
the past already forgotten, and the future we fear,
Emptiness, coldness, filling the room,
waiting for an impending doom.
Slowly night is creeping in,
and death begins to sing.
Escaping this empty feel, and sorrow,
The sound of silence creeping in,
Don't know when it will begin.
The sadness we share, and the burden we bear,
the past already forgotten, and the future we fear,
Emptiness, coldness, filling the room,
waiting for an impending doom.
Slowly night is creeping in,
and death begins to sing.
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