My most faithful road
diminish so I can find another way
your dust, I know too well
now your rocks crack at her thunder
when her light shines the brightest
your days, I know all too well
Misty mirror sighs in silence
sees and reflects
his fearful climb
his restless denial
for a fearless fall
Old friend, airways fill
with your sweeping whispers
your words swing and sway
my paper moon on the rise
I am done with your days.
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