Tired of Tears

I passed right through Her fingers, her mortal despair It's me I read between The gemstones that dripped from her lips For me I am so tired of tears So tired of tears Lay not thy hand upon Lay no hand on my daughter My child sings soft And sweet to herself I know no life Can live forever Sailing away I go from myself Shadows wicked Finger is pointing Wrapped in a sorry Shroud of my sickness Without you I have Become a mortal With this child in my In my bleeding arms I am so tired of tears So tired of tears Lay not thy hand upon Lay no hand on my daughter I passed right through Her fingers, her mortal despair It's me I read between The gemstones that dripped from her lips For me Wrapped in a sorry Shroud of my sickness Without you I have Become a mortal With this child in my In my bleeding arms I am so tired of tears So tired of tears Lay not thy hand upon Lay no hand on my daughter