In Mourning

Gone for days, Julia
Without a trace, Julia
Leaving some words, a note
If anyone gave a damn
Gone for days, Julia
Without a trace, Julia
Leaving some words, a note
If anyone gave a damn
She laid her eyes upon the glade
A place unssen by many
And unknown to all
She was hiding herself in the broad daylight
From the seekers of the grind denial
She approaches to the water
The dark, cold water
She was a keeper of the inside
(Revealed) by this place which is unfound
A pity sight for the magpie
The Black Lodge
She was hiding herself in the broad daylight
From the seekers of the grind denial
She approaches to the water
The dark, cold water