Just like the start
Far from where the sprits roam, where they dance and play
Upon the setting sun of dreams, it lays
Lays and bleeds upon me and covers everything that can run
Only in this, this fair truth my mind will come undone
To think, to know
To feel, to show
But love like a withered rose
It crumbles and that I chose
To one that cannot answer, I am not what I seem
For only that one, in which covers that fair rose, in which I dream
Can only water, this shatter glass of a flower
Shatter pride, in which you, the enchantment have to devour
For one can only live, what one can keep in their reverie
I will not drag myself through the crimson glass and pay your fee
So the boldness in I must fall and bleed
I will not take anything from my dreams, never feed
And only far from where the sprits roam can this flower crumble
And only in this valley that you own, I will need not greed, I will stay humble
Questions are questions and you are one
Lay upon me, my tear that will never run
Say to me, the words in which you think
And this crimson upon my tongue and in this blood I will sink
Hold your smile, hold your frown
Once blooming, six feet down
And don’t try to save what the sprits do not see
For one, the sunshine will not free
And don’t try to hold what the sprits cannot hold
For one, cannot live, cannot grow, flower of us never breathe, never old
And even though this flower I planted, don’t try to be apart
For in the end, you will be a sprit just like the start
Lex
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