Seven Lyrics

Sew it on
Face the fool
December's tragic drive
When time is poetry and stolen the world outside
The waiting could crush my heart
The tide breaks a wave of fear
And brave songs disappear to the secret
Voice of dawn this last time
Raise my eyes.
You'll taste it in time

The right words in time
The mirrors lie those aren't my eyes
Destroy them raise my hand
Reflected in savage
Shards a new face
A soul reborn