There is a mirror in the soul no fear or love consoles in times of sorrow walking
A lake upon a landscape bare reflecting blank and empty stares in times of sorrow walking
A leaf upon the wind will wash relief away with crimson sin when I\'m tomorrow walking
A leaf upon the lake is washed away to mourn the fleet and fading cloth fate spins from sorrows yarn
There is a fate past whisper-sigh, of bringing lately heart-fly times, a fate to all our Sorrows darn
In times of sorrow walking