Tired Of Tears Paroles

So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter

My child sings soft and sweet to herself
I know no life can live forever
Sailing away I go, from myself
Shadows wicked finger is pointing

Wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness
Without you, I have become a mortal
With this child in my, in my bleeding arms

I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter

I passed right through her fingers
Her mortal despair, it's me Without you, I have become a mortal
With this child in my, in my bleeding arms

I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter