Bleeder - True Widow

Wander down to the broken shore

The weight of one to many wars

Another vision to ignore

Apart from ardor

Tied up hands

A deeper water will expand

A million dreams on the floor

What next

Another moon is gone

Slipped by the fallen wilted sun

I know, though I cannot run

Pulled down by ordinary means

A growing laughter in between

I feel another day is done

All movement ends

The time it’s gone

Waves have no memory of the warmth

And another day is done

Apart from ardor

Tied up hands

A deeper water will expand

And another day is done