Wake my precious child, wake up
Your eyes move not to the rising light of the gods
Nor to the sound of the quiet morn
Nor to the sting of desperate hand
Nor to the cries of those you've loved
Perhaps my figure haunts your sleep
A voice in the threshold of a dream
City bound in the early rays
I'd carry you to the end of days
When will help seek as it is sought
Love so easy must be similarly lost
Screeching halt across burning earth
Where a wall of bodies stands before
The visage of those beloved ones
An expressionless march towards the son
City bound in the early rays
I'd carry you to the end of days
The silent sounds of Summer
Dance across canals
The silent songs of Summer
Call you back sleep
The silent sounds of Summer
Sit still no longer
When I reach the fading city lights
Child, your breath is slowing...
Cresting the final peak
The cities once stood are naught
An open pit of darkness
A piercing halt does not stop
And we're falling forward
And the pulse of another received
And this pulse of energy surrounds
What awaits after the fall?
Drowning in the darkness with you
Like hands clenching on the throat
Of my personal divinity
How do you feel, my child, if at all?
Inward bound in the fading rays
I'd carry you to the end of days
When will help seek as it is sought
Love so easy must be similarly lost
Child, your breath is slowing...
All the while my fear is growing

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