Swan Song

In a tent of the desert
When the moon doesn't glow
Through the deepest of dark
You will reap what you sow

A faint echo of a flute
From the distance you hear
The source hidden from view
Fleeting thoughts you can't steer

As, lies
Reflections from the mirror
Cast a shadow
Of false reality

Light, now
Emerged from the emptiness
Of a life
Spent in anonymity

Gently whistling breeze
Interrupted by a rumble
Now the mountains reveal
Lightnings strike on the horizon

Spite, mourn, won't
Won't cut you any more
And you will

Gently whistling breeze
Interrupted by a rumble
Now the mountains reveal
Lightnings strike on the horizon

Courtains nervously flutter
As the winds become fierce
Far away from the desert
Blowing laments of fear

Spite, mourn, won't
Won't cut you any more
And you will spark, shine
The brightest of your time

Hold, tight
Will shed away the tears
And you will sing
Your swan song they will hear

And you will sing, clear
Your swan song they will hear

And you will sing, clear
Your swan song they will hear

And you will sing, clear
Your swan song they will hear

And you will sing, clear
Your swan song they will hear

And you will sing, clear
Your swan song
They will hear

And you will sing, clear
Your swan song
They will hear