As the wind beneath the branch breaks,
There is a tree and its leaves shake.
Night wolves howl at the setting moon
And life is left to become shattered.
Crystal clear to see the scars they left.
Holding onto life with my last breath.
Always the end it arrives too soon,
Like nothing else even mattered.
They said today would be a good day.
I used to feel, to feel that way,
But in the end there is nothing new;
You stumble and you stagger.
Gripped by fear as the end is night,
Reaching out for the man in the sky.
Praying for a touch of light,
But in the end all we have is an empty orchestra.
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