Final - Wilsen
This night is cold he said
As he turned from the dark and moved towards
The amber light that glowed ahead
I'll come along she spoke
Her eyes remaining
On the snow that collected softly in her palm
And with that
She watched her imprint grow
As seven bright stars lined up all in a row
See they were once like you
They climbed the valley walls
To hear the mountains' tales of unheard truths
But no one could have known
That they'd be taken one by one
By force of greatness all the great
They're just a moment too soon
Or a second too late
They were nothing more than a moment too soon
But what of fate she cried
Surely there is one who decides
Which way the wind turns in the morn
My darling girl he said
There is no reason and no rhyme for those
We love and those we bid goodbye
There is no reason and no rhyme
There is no reason no alibi
For those we love
And those we must bid goodbye
There's just a moment too soon
Or a second to late
The phantom of warmth
Outline of sorts
Those moments too soon
Or a second too late
Oh sing to me of loss
There's just a moment too soon
Or a second too late
The phantom of warmth
Outline of sorts
Those souls that I've loved
Those perfect ones
Oh sing
To me of loss
Me of loss
I wouldn't dare try
See I know not of life and even less of loss
So I wouldn't dare try