The night slips to day
Gray bruises remaining on her skin
She begins to cry
Knowing a moment too soon, it all fell apart
Gray bruises remaining on her skin
As the clouds come to wash them away
Knowing a moment too soon it all fell apart
They offer her comfort, but her cries roar like thunder
As the clouds come to wash them away
She brings out the sun to show she is comforted
They offer her comfort, but her cries roar like thunder
Can you see the holes in the sky?
She brings out the sun to show she is comforted
Wondering when the cloak of night will cover her thin frame
Can you see the holes in the sky?
Of where the moon once stood in her heart
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