At Half-Mast - The Poet Me | Текст песни

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• At Half-Mast
• The Poet Me

Monuments fall, buildings crumble, faces fade away. The sun sets on history, what once was is not to be. I feel death breathing down my neck and the question plagues my mind... If a second chance were given would I do things right this time? If only I could understand perfection is so far from the way man is meant to be...we're supposed to wear our scars. From lost love, for hopes destroyed, from mistakes that form an endless void From failure, from broken dreams, for the nights that find us on our knees... My eyes close slowly, for the last time. Never again will they cry. My reflection forms in the dark sky, and in this moment I depart.