In many a silent night
solitude comes as my guest,
she lays herself close by my side
and heals my wounds with rest.
bereft of every sense,
I drift along her way,
into the furthest realms
of sorrow’s vast decay.
In many a silent night
solitude comes as my guest,
she lays herself close by my side
and heals my wounds with rest.
bereft of every sense,
I drift along her way,
into the furthest realms
of sorrow’s vast decay.