A Light in the Window

Bella Morte

The end is not the end 
I know that hands move through my sleep 
The air seems cold and thin 
This fog won’t lift with morning’s light 

Time is lost to time 
The songs will play until they die 
Fear will feed our fear 
As footsteps echo through the silence 
Then, between the hours 
A chime rings out to still our hearts 
Cold, the air’s so cold 
The questions rise in every eye 

Stare into the night 
Waiting for a sign of morning 
Shades shift before our tired eyes 
Stare into the night 
The end is near 
Shades shift before our tired eyes 

An ending falls so quiet now 
The words we spoke cannot be found 
The moments lost still carry on 
In unseen worlds before the dawn 
And children say that through the night 
That one can see a ghostly light 
Within the halls of this dark place 
Where none have walked for many days