Drip from me.
What do you see?
A lonely soul without a dream to live?
A fading child without a gift to give?
Will you cry then,
For my sins?
In my name?
Carry my fame?
Remember me for all I tried to be.
Not what I am now, not for what you see.
Now let me go;
Soft and slow
Let me drift.
Accept the gift.
Let death embrace this weeping child in pain.
Let blood and tears mingle within the rain.
I’m fading now.
Fate to Win.
Turn your eyes,
And say goodbye?
When the earth is stained with my
When will your soul give your eyes permission?