Century

The sun will dawn again today
It shall never forget its way
It'll shine on you forever and forevermore
Upto you to catch the ray
Winding, curling, longer routes
Of sympathy and favour bouts
Of the legend of the irksome lore
Among caustic smokes and bitter shouts
Stand there and wait for me
Guard my precious birch tree
And let me know when it's a bore
And you fail to see what i can see
Winding curling longer routes
Of sympathy and favour bouts
Of the legend of the irksome lore
Among last punches and knock-outs
I thought I could hear you weep
Your shadowy silhouette would creep
Creep along the painful sore
From whence you came, into which I seep
Woe beholds the century
Woe beholds the century
Ecstasy of many a shore
But woe beholds the century