He hides away
In dark hallways
No trace of charcoal cloaks
It's on his face

His plain dismay
A man whose hearts been broke
But beneath the darkness
He hides the carcass
Of traumatic memories

A love too strong
To move on from
That he kept unreleased
A field of lilies in the countryside

Touching hands in late July
She's the one who made him feel alive
But she went without a last goodbye
As she passed he wept by her side

He hoped to hear her laugh one last time
Instead, her child let out a cry
A boy who had his mother's eyes
An ink-black mark
On his forearm
Tucked under his sleeve

Sly remarks
For the dark arts
He failed to achieve
And beneath the pressure
To be better

Than the pain he had been dealt
He knew he'd never
Get to tell her
Everything he felt

A field of lilies in the countryside
Touching hands in late July
She's the one who made him feel alive
But she went without a last goodbye

As she passed he wept by her side
He hoped to hear her laugh one last time
Instead, her child let out a cry
A boy who had his mother's eyes