Ministry of Magic - Phoenix lament

Im tired and t^Amhin Havent slept since the ^Fwar Im a mess of wounded sk^Cin like a wine sack thats been t^Gorn in the sacred spa^Amce Behind the lids of my e^Fyes Mad-Eye d^Carkly holds my gaze And I can ^Gstill see Fredricks laughing face

Its no^Amt enough To s^Fay that time Can ^Cmend my wings And That o^Gne day Ill fly And its n^Amot enough This a^Fcheless scar Some ^Cwounds are still burning Let me l^Give as one earning his life

And ^Amwe all fall d^Fown And ^Cwe all fall d^Gown

Its n^Amot enough (not enough) To s^Fay that time (say that time) Can ^Cmend my wings (mend my wings) That on^Ge day Ill fly (one day I’ll fly) Its n^Amot enough (not enough) This ^Facheless scar (acheless scar) Some ^Cwounds are still burning (wounds are still burning) Let me ^Glive as one earning his life (earning his life)

^AmDarkest nights turn into dawns ^FGolden lights are chords for songs^C of love Something ^Gdeath cannot er^Amase