Testo The Far Pavilions

how could i endure one more sunrise in this cold
and unfamiliar place?

where friends pass by like autumn leaves
only stay for a season.

my heart dead to the smallest act of compassion
it gave them no reason to break the cycle of
the passers by.
their actions made trust a failed practise

so here i stand on this hill alone, never turning back

in hopes that the past will fade.