Could you come, Eclipse
Come into my Darkness,
I want to be revealed
I am lonely, here in the Shadows,
how can this be?
For I am made of this World,
and this World is made of me.
So why?
Why is this World so ashamed?
Why the silent whispers behind my back, beging me to stop?
Stop being me?
Why?
For I am made by this World,
and this World is made by me.
So could you come, Eclipse,
and drag the Darkness out?
Could you make the silent whispers stop,
and make the World take me in?
For I am of this World,
and this World is made of me.
I am of this World,
and this World is made of me.
So isn’t it time for this World to stop,
stop being ashamed of itself
and take me in?
Isn’t it time for the World to stop,
stop running away from itself,
from its own reflection?
For I want to be seen in this World,
just like the World can be seen in me.