The Finite Bemoaned

We are standing
While the sunrise bends our shadows
Three holy mammals
We are sinking at the sun
Bright Silence and hues sacred
Fires in our eyes
Transience can be endless
Kindness it hides

The finite bemoaned
A spirit this is

Bright Silence and hues sacred
Fires in our eyes
Transience can be endless
Kindness it hides, it hides

Deadly quiet
You think it's dead
Just ask the cats
Just ask the cats
They'll tell you everything without a sound

It's your silence
Your silent side
It's your silence
Your silent side, your silent side, your silent side
It's your silence
Your silent side, your silent side, your silent side
Your silent side



Credits
Writer(s): Marcellus Lewis
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