Lord Willin
Lord Willin
The floor beneath
is as the wall stretched high
Roots travel deep
Silent Cries Fill the Void
No one to hear
No hand stretched forth
to save
to save the flower
Pick it and let it die
Silence the Thunder
Pierce the Fire
Renounce the Wind
Lord Willin i be able to Love again
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