Night And Mourning

In our breath I feel the life stolen time before the end
In your eyes I see the light fading fast like soft stars
In my arms I hold the night forget your fear I am here
As she grows cold my though are bright
I hold the night I hold the night
Bright it's a better way
Now the sun does shine
And the children play
Blood on my hands dust on my heart
Ash on my head I'm torn apart
Bright here I wish to stay
Now this dream is mine
Night becomes day