The Silver Cord

She's bathed in her last chance to grow
Pulled the drain now her years start to shy
Vacuum of space she has become
Her voice has caused his worst mourning
Her waning moons met his as he rests her head and voiced a calm response

"We are all making mistakes until the mind believes
We are all making mistakes until the mind reprieves"

Wish the well dry in soiling conditions
Bait then release; for life should not be sought to seek alone
He's bathed in rainfall filled with woe

"Her ghost is young
It is mine that should have rised"

Vacuum of space we have become
Her voice has caused his worst morning
His waxing moons met hers as she wished him well and voiced a calm pardon

"We are all making mistakes until the mind believes
We are all making mistakes until the mind reprieves"

Wish the well dry in soiling conditions
Bait then release; for life should not be sought to seek alone