D' Estus Morte

Dusting portraits where they hang
Tables laid out, flowers in stands
Babies crying above the bed
Bleeting what is true
Where we live is where we land
Silently without the clouds
Of your life and we forgot
We hated what you do
Come my way
Stand proudly for this day
Where people’s lives are clear
And friendships have no fear
Changing glances who we are
Other lives where all was (strong?)
Frailing thoughts of dusky wax
The things we thought were (sin?)
But we live, and we forget
Be admonished for the thoughts
We forget the truth (in bed?)
We hated their lives too
Come my way
Stand proudly for this day
Where people’s lives are clear
And friendships have no fear
Come my way
Stand proudly for this day
Where people’s lives are clear
And friendships hold no fear
Don’t (glow?), don’t (smile?)