Emily from Sigman by Darkoustix

2. Emily

I don’t know what, you have been through
I don’t even, claim I know you
But I can feel, it’s been a while
Since you haven’t, heard "I love you"
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches, in the soul
And sings the tune without the words and never stops - at all -
And sweetest in the Gale is heard and sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird that kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land and on the strangest sea
Yet never in extremity it asked a crumb of me

I don’t know why, you wrote these words
I don’t even, claim I get them
But still I want, you to know that
Deep in my hearth, I do love you
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches, in the soul
And sings the tune without the words and never stops - at all -
And sweetest in the Gale is heard and sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird that kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land and on the strangest sea
Yet never in extremity it asked a crumb of me

Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches, in the soul
And sings the tune without the words and never stops - at all -
And sweetest in the Gale is heard and sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird that kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land and on the strangest seaYet never in extremity it asked a crumb of me

• Death Rock
• Gothic Rock
• Metal
• Rock Metal Gothic
• neo-folk
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