Darkness covers
What needs to be said
As the roll of miseries
Come tumbling away
Your the distance
I want to be close to
Falling near
Then running again
Beckoning your stay
Illusions dawn
Brushes against my hope
As stars speak
Tomorrows unknown
I break open
White flags
In calm surrender
What leaves me
Leaves in peace
Knowing it has to go
And the role is
Taken as me
Belonging
Even in disease
I could dream
I could dream
This all away
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