Half a Sense - Tartharia

The bonfire’s dying

Leaving dust on the snow

Primary turns out final

Beaming wherever you go

Snowflakes within the strong wind

Are tearing into the dell

It’s easy enough to lie you a thing

It’s hard to deceive your own self

The bridge of your first and last days

Is squeaking under your feet

You’ve got to make a choice anyway

The choice you will never submit

The fall gives no life

The winter supposes to bury me

Somebody is to survive

Another one takes no charity

The light is falling

Onto the sea of dry leafs

Your bones are singing and calling

Among the valleys of grief

The fall gives no life

The winter supposes to bury me

Somebody is to survive

Another one takes no charity

I won’t receive any winter warmth

And even be buried by it