I will not trade the cup of sorrow for some sentimental grief
I've seen the lion in the garden, where the once was simply sheep
So when you sit the whine of anger, go down silent to the grave
Rise back up into the heavens, where the once was only rain
Oh, woah
Woah, woah
When death is not an actor
We all watching on the stage.
She is more like a sister,
We grow closer to with age.
So lay me down before my time,
On the hard and dusty air.
So I can feel where I come from,
And to where I will return.
You did not stay
You did not stay
You did not stay
You did not stay
If it's green (Kind incomprehensible I'm not sure)

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