IRC-Galleria

Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journeyÂ’s end.

Sleep now,and dream
of the ones who came before.
They are calling,
from across the distant shore.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms,
youÂ’re only sleeping.

DonÂ’t say,
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And youÂ’ll be here in my arms,
Just sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

Into The West.

Sulle my Best! <3