She cries, children often do
When they're cold, and hungry too,
Come closer, look deeply in her eyes
So delicate, quite unlike her smile
Life clinging backwards,
In the fall of dread confusion,
Still this silence gnaws upon your fingertips,
All-yielding prayer, for instant isolation,
Far more sinister than the price of doubt,
Yet you remain,
Still you remain,
And she says:
Pray for daylight,
Pray for morning,
Pray for an end to our deception,
Pray for daylight,
Pray for morning,
Pray for an end to our deception...
- The Cruxshadows, Deception
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