Standing at the gates
Holding all you gave
Recall our last embrace
I held your broken frame
The last time I approached
This house built for the dead
Hear the precious song
Left inside my head
And when I found your name
I touched your porcelain grave
Three years to the day
I wish I could stay
But closure never comes
And time has all but numbed
I still wake in the dark
And hear that precious song
Broken, bleeding
I feel nothing
Like your visage
Broken, bleeding
I feel nothing
Like your visage
I am fading
Fading
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