An Evil Shade Of Grey Paroles

is flowing down my tongue
like memories of days
when the world was new
and I was young

Nowadays my garden is pale
and the trees bear fruit no more
but so is life they say
of age the colours fade away

As time pass by in this twilight land
I wish the winds would take my hand
and lead me into the cosmic halls
to carve my name within its walls

But the winds will fail
as the ways are of night
to blow out my candle
of forsaken light
for they are the winds
But so it shall not be
and that I have always known
for on the tree of grief
my fruit has grown