The Long Forlorn -

Seasons come

And fall to pieces

The price of longing

For a recent loss

I am severed

Take this strife

From my hands

The scales are gone

I am severed

From the lies

Swallowed by indifference

A breeze of woes released

The prize of sentiments

The never-ending ride

Of the chosen ones

Seasons come

And fall to pieces

The price of longing

For a recent loss

The presence of shame

For the guiltless ones

Unto the fray

The long forlorn

Seven keys collide

When the stains subside

The reasons of lasting

Forever realizing

What we have done