| Searching …Slipping out of the light Spilling into darkness… Everything has its price. ….along the path take a look back… dreams lay scattered darkness edging in we must find where to begin again [searching for the softest of light] where you down on your knees blowing through dreams spun…. then undone did we fail to see the sun… when it was shining in our face… was darkness holding it hostage… …staggering under true cost…. have I become lost… choosing a path slinking along quietly, a slowed cautious foot eyes picking out movements |
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