Darkness, I believe thee not
Thy empty words shall avail thee naught
A fire in this heart of mine
To gaze again upon these walls of thine
Desire to soar once more
Upon these broken wings on which I have flown before
Tongues of flame shall paint the canvas red
As once told, I shall part the rising sea
Seeds from the blood that I shed
Feet sink deeper into grains of golden sand knee deep
Every step I take is a drop in this sea of sleep
In which I have swam and drowned
The wind whispers death, as temptation drips from her song
Tears run dry - will I survive?
Hear my cry - will I arrive?
Heading home forever more
All past grief is now gone
The gift of life to me
They bequest mine is the sight in the blindness
As I'm treading through the path, in darkness
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