Lost in a pool of dust,looking up at this starvingmoon as he hungers for his lost tears that have become the stars.
In innocence I can finda trace of heartacheand in wisdom I findan abundance of dreamsfilled with memoriesof love.
Within this dark, Iam standing in the truthawaiting your cry.
When the sounds fillme with your soulI know then that weare a part of theangels’ sigh,forever seeking to pi…
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