Afterlife Project - King Of Sighs

A haze of restore I see
The ash of my service for thee
Your face in my head

One star as my witness, weeps
To the heart that's never complete
A hundred eight times beg

Tired of breath, tired of walk
There Is never the end of the road
Internal heal, internal grief
And there, forever, the spotlight upon

Time Is running out
While my soul Is caged on here
I cannot live wait

Ain't what I mean to be

Tired of think, tired of do
What must not ever to be undone

My bones shaking out, my skin
Is weakened again
Your words in my head
Still burning under

My voice, now only sighs
I still on my own from now on
To reign this dark

Written by:
Rolando Alvarez Gómez

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