From Where Shall I Start
Ten whisper's thrown upon the wind
Hark, I cry to the heavens
as I kneel down to pray
A winter so cold
a breath without a word
tangled and entwined
where each strand had lost it's way
built, a wall reaching beyond
drowning, an endless sea below
This pity O' the pity
if not for your light
even as silent as death
Speak O' speak to me
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As twilight blackens
moments escape the grasp
as a worn dream
relentless-
slumber has taken it's toll....
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