Mournful Gust - Sister of Despair

Seven long years I tried to pull this thorn
Let these healing wounds bleed. But for the last time
Former passion has lost its witchcraft
You can no longer see me with closed eyes

So young…

You'll find your comfort on the edge of the void
You'll fly away like the sorrow. Out of my chest
Into the space where you will be happy…
So, hold my hand! Oh, my sister of despair

So young…

Please, let me forget all these ghostly days
Your indifference is my sentence
Go away but let me remember you
It all starts again, but tell me why?

So young…