Oh what to say,
to make your life
if only a little bit more bright
inside the shade you have cast over all the world
My heart, it beats,
to rend you from
things that can't be counted upon
so you will never be left alone out in the cold
Our roads don't meet
but from here I see
how every waking hour is a plea
a plea for release in all too twisted frame
I admit
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