Winter of my bliss, cut short by folly of woe
Alone I stand in the pallour of the moon
For she has gone

And to me comes blighted flame

For her I would have sundered worlds
But she casts her love, on a meaningless shell
A waste of wasted life

And to me comes blighted flame

Reflecting skin, mirrored pool, empty, shallow

Showing what you wish to see
Dispelling into a stone's throw

My wings unfurled, I take to the sky
Wounds drip from my soul, that I had almost given

Cindered in the cold fires of ache
Interred in the ashes of regret, I await her return

And to me comes blighted flame.


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Winter of My Bliss song meanings
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