the mourners come out in hordes
dressed in their customary black
dark clouds waiting to spill over
a cleansing quenching downpour
the procession moves along
as the dreams stand there
crying by the roadside
crying for one of their own
the dead is in a blissful sleep
wearing the crown of thorns
unaware of what it meant
and what it could have been
shriveled and so unlike a child
bearing scars of a tortured death
but tears are actually meaningless
coz this is gonna happen again
the one that lies there dead
is going to be born again
and is going to die again
pretty much the same way
stillborn hope.
dressed in their customary black
dark clouds waiting to spill over
a cleansing quenching downpour
the procession moves along
as the dreams stand there
crying by the roadside
crying for one of their own
the dead is in a blissful sleep
wearing the crown of thorns
unaware of what it meant
and what it could have been
shriveled and so unlike a child
bearing scars of a tortured death
but tears are actually meaningless
coz this is gonna happen again
the one that lies there dead
is going to be born again
and is going to die again
pretty much the same way
stillborn hope.
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