Ostara
silent symphony
If all you have is what will bring you down
And all the paths of life burn to the ground,
In the silent empty spaces of your mind
So hollow in the humming of the night,
Itâs all a mystery
Twinning fate and destiny
Itâs all a veil of dreams
Spiraling in entropy,
Itâs all a mystery
A tapestry of sympathy
Itâs all fatality
A carnival of tragedy
Donât go spinning through the world
My love
And donât go twisting all my words
And seek the things that make you feel live
Itâs a blazing sky and a silent symphony,
I crown myself in the last remains of pride
And I sing to you of omens from on high
Beneath the crashing birthing sea of time
Do we rise upon the waves before we drown?