The Offer کے بول

The shadow, my shadow I can’t see Still figure suspended behind me The spirits and shapes they make I’ve never grown to hold their face in the dark So the offer I make Is a promise to stay here Though my wounds do grow May I hold onto this hope Their dark heads will quiet in my sight Hands will stay from me this night if I only close my eyes To the ones outside of my sight The offer I make Is a promise to stay here If I only close my eyes to the ones outside of my sight And give honor to what I can’t know They will walk with me where I go But be still behind their shroud May they never speak out loud So the offer I make Is a promise to stay here May they leave me out their wandering And be still