When in pain I try to find A different plain on which to set my mind To distract it from this downword vibe And thereby avoid the lie The rushing tide has no remorse It might hold me if I cross its course But the suction of its waves Has taken many a mind to grave Last shred of hope. I cling to as I float. Through the lightless night... And here comes the tide... Grave and dark a dual pact Overpowering the ones who locked The energy to pull out of such mire Their very souls torlured by fire High tide in my soul No more darksome thoughts uproll Past are days when I was feeling numb Till the turn of tide will come When the tide is in I run Wash away my sins I come undone Trying to ignore the Sirens call And into the void I fall The rushing tide has no remorse It might hold me if I cross its course But the suction of its waves Has taken many a mind to grave All panics banned, Inhale and take a stand, Walk with me tonight But here comes the tide... Daylight returns but nevermore Returns the wanderer to the share One last time allures the Sirens calls And eternal darkness falls...
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