Casca

With those blissful smirk
Descended like none others
Washing down the despair
And doesn't even spare

With these joyless gloom
Why bother make such bloom?
It is already a doom
Why must shed the heirloom?

Tides after tides he sail
Warm sailors won't prevail
And mud after mud he crawl
Is it the end of the fall?
There he stands, smiling his tears

Tides after tides he sail
Warm sailors won't prevail
And mud after mud he crawl
Is it the end of the fall?
There he stands, smiling his tears

Tides after tides he sail
Is it the end of the fall?
There he stands (there he stands)
Smiling (smiling)
There he stands (he stands)
Smiling (smiling)
There he stands (there he stands)
Smiling (smiling)
There he stands (he stands)
Smiling (smiling)
His tears

The idea of The One is so exquisite, isn't it?
A place where he can spews out all of the long-buried feelings
But, does such a perfect thing exist?
Hope, is the sole choice



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