From Madness Grip

It came without warning
Disappearing into the sky
It rose bright and statuesque
And then began to die
Weep not for the solemn voice
Which speaks not a sound
But entice the young children
To loose the chains that bound
On the inside I am crying
And on the outside it shows
And your tears you do hold back
But in darkness they do flow
Recollect the times so sweet
When sadness sank so deep
And the living hands softly caress
To keep me safe from madness’ grip
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