Tired of Tears

I passed right through her fingers

Her mortal despair, it's me

I read between the gemstones

That dripped from her lips for me

I am so tired of tears

So tired of tears

Lay not thy hand upon

Lay no hand on my daughter

My child sings soft and sweet to herself

I know no life can live forever

Sailing away I go from myself

Shadows wicked, finger is pointing

Wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness

Without you I have become a mortal

With this child in my, in my bleeding arms

I am so tired of tears

So tired of tears

Lay not thy hand upon

Lay no hand on my daughter

I passed right through her fingers

Her mortal despair, it's me

I read between the gemstones

That dripped from her lips for me

Wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness

Without you I have become a mortal

With this child in my, in my bleeding arms

I am so tired of tears

So tired of tears

Lay not thy hand upon

Lay no hand on my daughter

Tired of tears