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